[Intro instrumental] [Verse 1] We were born into questions, hand-me-down dreams, Learning the world through the cracks in our seams. Every street had a lesson, every fall left a mark, We learned how to shine by befriending the dark. Mama said, “Child, don’t run from the pain,” ‘Cause the tears you survive teach your heart how to stand. So we stitched up our hope with whatever we found, Trying to grow while the walls closed around. [start the Jungle beat with build up and drop] [Chorus] It’s the nights we couldn’t sleep, And the words we couldn’t say, All the battles no one saw That still led us on our way. Every scar is a story, every loss leaves a trace, We are shaped by the fire, not the ash that remains. Yeah, the past may remind us how far we’ve come, But it’s everything we survived that makes us who we are. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] We loved, then we lost, learned the cost of goodbye, Watched some dreams fade slowly right in front of our eyes. Friends turned to memories, promises bent, Some roads were mistakes, but we walked them anyway. Tried to be brave when our faith felt thin, Smiling outside while the war was within. But every wrong turn still pointed us home, Now we’re standing here stronger than we’ve ever known. [Chorus] It’s the nights we couldn’t sleep, And the words we couldn’t say, All the battles no one saw That still led us on our way. Every scar is a story, every loss leaves a trace, We are shaped by the fire, not the ash that remains. Yeah, the past may remind us how far we’ve come, But it’s everything we survived that makes us who we are. [Bridge] If we could rewrite the pages, would we still be the same? Without the hurt, without the fear, without the weight of the pain? Every moment had a purpose, even when we couldn’t see, The broken parts were building blocks to who we’re meant to be. [Instrumental] [Outro] So here’s to the doubts, and the tears we outgrew, To the old versions of us that carried us through. We don’t erase the past—we wear it like a scar, A map of all the miles that shaped our hearts. Yeah, the truth is simple, no matter how far: It’s everything we’ve lived that makes us who we are.
