(Verse 1) The world don't owe you sunshine, brother, it owes you naught but rain. It’s a cracked-out concrete promise, a highway full of pain. I waited by the roadside, thought a ride would come my way, But the only thing that stopped for me was the shadow of the day. It won't lay a feast before you, won't hand you any crown, You gotta claw it from the hard-packed dirt before the sun goes down. (Chorus) 'Cause this life ain't a gift, it's a gun-fight in the street, And the pavement's hot with sweat and blood from every hard defeat. The lesson ain't in winning, friend, it’s written in the fall, Get up, dust off, and try again, or you ain't got nothin' at all. Yeah, your scars are the finest pages in the book you're bound to write, You gotta fight the dark to find the damn light. (Verse 2) I built a house on shifting sand, I watched it turn to dust, I trusted liars with my hand, I put my faith in rust. Every stumble was a teacher with a mean and heavy hand, Who taught me more in one disaster than any promised land. Don't fear the scrape of the failure, don't let the shame take hold, It’s just the fire you need to forge the metal of your soul. (Chorus) 'Cause this life ain't a gift, it's a gun-fight in the street, And the pavement's hot with sweat and blood from every hard defeat. The lesson ain't in winning, friend, it’s written in the fall, Get up, dust off, and try again, or you ain't got nothin' at all. Yeah, your scars are the finest pages in the book you're bound to write, You gotta fight the dark to find the damn light. (Bridge) They say a wise man learns from others, but I learned it from the pit, With broken tools and fractured hope, I learned to just commit. No devil's deal, no easy road, no blessing from above, Just the grit beneath your fingernails and a defiant kind of love. So I’ll keep on taking punches, until the final bell, I will not kneel, I will not break, I will give 'em living hell. (Chorus) 'Cause this life ain't a gift, it's a gun-fight in the street, And the pavement's hot with sweat and blood from every hard defeat. The lesson ain't in winning, friend, it’s written in the fall, Get up, dust off, and try again, or you ain't got nothin' at all. Yeah, your scars are the finest pages in the book you're bound to write, You gotta fight the dark to find the damn light. (Outro) Yeah, fight the dark to find the light... Get up, dust off, and fight... (Harmonized/Whispered) Never give up the fight.
