I forgot my own reflection Didn't recognize the face Spent so long in the correction Lost my rhythm, lost my pace But the silence isn't empty And the dark is not a cage I've been sitting with the wreckage Now I'm turning the page It's not a straight line It's not a quick fix But every step I take Is a step that I exist I'm finding the way back Through the static and the cracks Every scar is just a marker Of the ground I've covered after I'm not who I was before But I'm walking through the door Not running, not hiding Just finally deciding I'm finding the way back I'm finding the way back I used to think that healing meant I'd have to be brand new But I'm just learning how to love The parts I never knew The broken and the beautiful The quiet and the loud I'm done apologizing For taking up this ground Some days I still stumble Some days I still fall But I get up slower And I stand up tall 'Cause the way back isn't perfect And the way back isn't straight But the way back is mine now And I won't be late I'm finding the way back! Through the static and the cracks! Every scar is just a marker! Of the ground I've covered after! I'm not who I was before But I'm walking through the door Not running, not hiding Just finally deciding I'm finding the way back I'm finding the way back I'm finding the way back... I'm home.
