This is the myth This is the legend These are the tales Of love that continues That the love was true And the truth was all I gave you I could feel the distance start I never meant to break your heart Oh, if I could just reach out Through the oceans and the doubt If we could only drown it out If we could only drown it out It was the storm It was the rain It was the pressure of the weight It was the current pulling down And I couldn't swim my way out I couldn't swim my way out I couldn't swim my way out I couldn't swim my way out I was chasing little lights in the shadow of the night Till I learned that every struggle can be sacred in the fight Every tear that hit the ground was a prayer in disguise Every scar became a stairway when I looked through wiser eyes Now I move with a purpose, let compassion lead the way Trying to build a little heaven in the hours of today If love is the answer, then I’m listening, I’m found Rising for a greater reason, feet still on the ground It was the myth It was the legend These are the tales Of love that continues That the love was true And the truth was all I gave you I could feel the distance start I never meant to break your heart Oh, if I could just reach out Through the oceans and the doubt If we could only drown it out If we could only drown it out It was the storm It was the rain It was the pressure of the weight It was the current pulling down And I couldn't swim my way out I couldn't swim my way out I couldn't swim my way out I couldn't swim my way out I couldn't swim my way out I couldn't swim my way out So I’m speaking to the broken, to the ones who lost their flame There’s a purpose in your breathing, there’s a meaning in your pain We can turn our wounds to wisdom, we can turn our fears to fuel Build a bridge across the waters, let the higher calling pull Through the fog and the uncertainty, we rise with open hands Choosing grace over the anger, choosing love to understand If the world feels like it’s sinking, let our hearts become the sound Of a hope that keeps on lifting till the weary are found And if that love was never returned, I still will not regret For every act of tenderness is never truly wasted yet I'll let it rise above the hurt, like light against the night A gift to something greater than myself, a step toward what is right So I’ll keep on loving anyway, with no need to be repaid For love was never meant to end where fear had once been laid If this is just a myth, then let it be a holy kind A story made of mercy, and the courage to be kind
