Where is the girl who ran the woods
Her mind as free as the air she drew
Is she scared of her unsettled heart?
Ashamed of who she has become
She's wishing she were somewhere else
With a stranger who doesn't know
Praying she doesn't have to feel
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Rise from the embers
That burn with broken pride
Kick off your shackles
And spread your unsure wings
Oh those dusty little things
Why did your heart stop breaking walls
Start building them instead
Between you and me and those who care
Each brick a doubt from years ago
Each row protects you from the past
But you never stopped to look around
Your feet cemented to the ground
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Rise from the embers
That burn with broken pride
Kick off your shackles
And spread your unsure wings
Oh those dusty little things
Dusty little things
Your dusty wings
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Rise from the embers
That burn with broken pride
Kick off your shackles
And spread your unsure wings
Oh those dusty little things