The Wreckage

The wreckage seemed to great for me
I saw my dreams collapsing
Collapsing
But through debris of tragedy
Not one of us died fighting

The wreckage

We somehow found a way through storming weather
Enduring skies turned gray when we all said never

The winds, the rain
Downpour needed to cultivate

We don’t get to choose when it rains
We can fight or just get washed away
Will we be transformed or feel like we’re drowning?
Drowning

The wreckage

So use the storms ahead to flood out shortcomings
And then use what is left to water what is worth planting

The winds, the rain
Downpour needed to cultivate

Debris, tragedy
But not one of us died
But not one of us died fighting

We don’t get to choose when it rains
We can fight or just get washed away
Will we be transformed or feel like we’re drowning?

Will we fight or just get washed away?

And now the mountains that we face
Are starting to look more like hills
We rose to a higher plain so the whole horizon fell
It fell, the whole horizon fell

Through the debris of tragedy
Not one of us died fighting
Fighting

We don’t get to choose when it rains
We can fight or just get washed away (away)
Will we be transformed or feel like we’re drowning? (drowning)
We don’t get to choose when it rains
We can fight or just get washed away (away)
Will we be transformed or feel like we’re drowning? (feel like we’re drowning)

The wreckage that once seemed [?]
Has now becoming a personal [?]
We somehow found a way through storming weather
Enduring skies turned gray when we all said never
So use the storms ahead to flood out shortcomings
And then use what is left to water what is worth planting

Deep roots that refuse
Deep roots that refuse
Deep roots that refuse
Deep roots that refuse to break
Deep roots that refuse
Deep roots that refuse to break
Deep roots that refuse to break