Roots and Wings Verse 1 Down where the earth stays cool and dark, Where no one sees the start, Roots push through the heavy ground And learn the shape of heart. No colour there, no open sky, Just moisture, stone and clay, But every hidden inch below Is helping something find its way. Pre-Chorus The deepest part can feed the highest, The darkest place can grow the light, What holds you down can also give you Everything you need for flight. Chorus Roots and wings, The lows and highs, Dark earth below, Blue colour in the skies. One keeps hold, One learns to leave, One grows deep, One learns to believe. From the damp and dark beneath To the brightest thing we see, Sometimes you need roots to hold you Before your wings can set you free. Verse 2 There are seasons made for burrowing, For healing out of sight, And seasons made for opening Your colours to the light. Some days feel like heavy soil, Some days feel feather-light, But neither one is wasted If they teach you how to rise. Pre-Chorus You don’t have to fear the shadows, You don’t have to chase the sun, Life is made of both directions, And neither one is ever done. Chorus Roots and wings, The lows and highs, Dark earth below, Blue colour in the skies. One keeps hold, One learns to leave, One grows deep, One learns to believe. From the damp and dark beneath To the brightest thing we see, Sometimes you need roots to hold you Before your wings can set you free. Bridge Black soil. Green shoot. Brown branch. Golden fruit. Grey rain. Blue sky. Deep roots. Wings fly. Every colour has a season, Every height begins below, And the things we thought were buried May be exactly what helped us grow. Build Down and up. Dark and bright. Hold and release. Ground and flight. Stay when you need to. Go when you know. Roots give you somewhere to come from. Wings give you somewhere to go. Final Chorus Roots and wings, The lows and highs, Deep dark earth To colour in the skies. One holds memory, One carries dreams, One drinks quietly From underground streams. From the damp and dark beneath To the brightest thing we see, May your roots remember home And your wings remember free. Outro Grow deep. Rise high. Keep a little earth on you When you touch the sky.
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