All we can do is heal
Or let it destroy us
Some of our wounds
Come from those around us
While some are self-inflicted
By thorns growing from within
But the story remains the same
Once we carry the hurt and shame
All we can do is heal
Or let it destroy us
(Destroy us)
The wounds that we’re left with
We cannot control
The curse of the pain
Feels like all we know
Until we find the strength
Drawn from the roots below
In blackened soil, new power grows
New power grows
Sentenced to a lesser life
For what we’ve been through?
Or growing in ways that we
Never thought possible before?
Cutting off what can’t survive
So we can let our weakness die
(So we can let our weakness die, die)
The wounds that we’re left with
We cannot control
The curse of the pain
Feels like all we know
Until we find the strength
Drawn from the roots below (roots below)
In blackened soil, new power grows
Regeneration comes after death
And virtue from rooting out damage
Cut off what can’t survive
The wounds that we’re left with
We cannot control
The curse of the pain
Feels like all we know
Until we find the strength
Drawn from the roots below (roots below)
In blackened soil, new power grows
New power grows
