Looking back on the things that found me Places that I'd never choose The same things that both haunt and heal My demons and my muse
We are crushed and created We are melted and made We are broken and built up, in the very same way What I thought I could handle What I thought I could take What I thought would destroy me leaves me stronger in its wake
There are times that I'd underestimated Both the grief and goodness found in something new Where one thing dies, something else can be created Though its truth you find, its innocence you lose
I'm not the "me" that I started with My friends say my eyes are brighter I'm not the "me" that I started with I'm freer, and I'm wiser, and I'm stronger
We are crushed and created We are melted and made We are broken and built up, in the very same way What I thought I could handle What I thought I could take What I thought would destroy me leaves me stronger in its wake