The Wreckage

The wreckage seemed too 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 grey 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

Will we be transformed or

Feel like we're drowning?

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?

The wreckage that once seemed insurmountable to me

Has now become a part of rebuilding

We somehow found a way through storming weather

Enduring skies turned grey 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