Packed my things, Said our goodbyes, Comfort seemed to smother us With wandering minds.
In concrete woods I saw light Reflected in a silver can, Eyes to the ground Silent voices singing:
“I will rise, I will rise, I will rise up And find a way, I will rise, I will rise, I will rise up And find my way.”
I saw cold hearts Wanting to be warm, But staying cold And they have reasons why, And smiles hiding Fear and grief, And climbing over, Higher and higher, Pretending there’s no emptiness at all, At all.
I will fall, I will fall I will fall down And find a way, I will fall, I will fall I will fall down And find my peace In your arms, In your arms, I see what’s real And right.