my boots.
Blood and dirt mix in the roots
Of who I was,
who I am
Buried deep in the wreckage,
man Hands still shaking,
heart still breaking
But I rise,
I rise,
I rise From the rubble of my lies
Scars don't heal, they just remind
Of the battles left behind No clean slate,
no easy way
Only grit and fire can pave today
Knuckles bleeding,
still I'm needing
to state
