Some days
You press your finger hard against your bruises
To make sure there's still something you can feel
Some days
The pressure pulls you down into the dark and winding pathways of your mind
Where the sweetness all fades to grey
But I can see sparks of color in the corners of my eyes
And if I can keep on turning, can I find the next sunrise?
And rise, rise again
Some days
The bitter burn of hopelessness scorches every breath in your lungs
Keep your head down
Keep your heart closed
Hold on to what you've got
But I can see sparks of color in the corners of my eyes
And if I can keep on turning, can I find the next sunrise?
And rise, rise again
Rise, rise again
May we find the strength to bear our brokenness
May we sing our righteous rage as long as we have breath
I can see sparks of color in the corners of my eyes
And if we just keep on turning, we can find the next sunrise
And rise, rise again
Rise, rise again
Rise, rise again