Shattered glass on the kitchen floor Every step Tiny cuts from before You sweep it up Hands still shaking Heart still racing But you’re moving All those voices in your head Telling you you’re built to break You rearrange the mess instead Turn the wreck into your wake Watching the pieces fall around you But somehow they rise They rise You’re flying through the storm that found you With open scars and open eyes You don’t just make it out alive You bend the fire You walk the wire You don’t just make it out this time You are the survivor Old fears folded in your suitcase You leave them on the curb this time Take the stairs two at a time now Breathless But you love the climb Every ending that you feared Turns to doorway as you pass You wear every cracked-up year Like stained-glass on bulletproof glass Watching the pieces fall around you But somehow they rise They rise You’re flying through the storm that found you With open scars and open eyes You don’t just make it out alive You bend the fire You walk the wire You don’t just make it out this time You are the survivor You used to see yourself as damage Now you see yourself as proof Every fall became a language Spelling out a brighter truth Hands still shaking But they’re raised Not for help now But in praise
