© Copyright 2024 - Peter PHIR! Streetlights shake On broken glass We wear the night Like a second skin Our hearts kick hard Against the cold There’s morning somewhere Beyond these buildings We’re tired of carrying What never leaves Tired of acting Like we don’t bleed So we take one breath And we step in time No saving sign Just a will to rise We rise at dawn We hold the line We rise at dawn This life is mine We rise at dawn We hold the line Even through the dark This life is mine We’re tired of voices Telling us to heal Tired of the judgment Disguised as something real Tired of accusation For wounds we didn’t make Yeah, everybody loves advice When it’s not their heart at stake Cracked-air, cut-wire, backbeat, bloodfire in the chest Stand tall, shake loose, spit truth, no rest No rest Now the dawn means more Than a sky gone pale It’s the thought that we’re still here And we will not fail Then a hand cuts through All the smoke and noise And a low voice says Hold fast, hold course We rise at dawn We hold the line We rise at dawn This life is mine We rise at dawn We hold the line Not untouched But still alive We lost what we loved In the teeth of the years Built our names from rubble And watered them with tears But the dawn is changing It burns through the gray A flare in lifted hands That shows us where to stay Not rescued Not erased Just stronger in the break With tomorrow in our fists And a world we mean to make We rise at dawn We hold the line We rise at dawn This life is mine Tomorrow won’t be easy But it is ours to shape And every shaken voice tonight Can turn and refuse to break We rise at dawn We hold the line We rise at dawn This life is mine © Copyright 2024 - Peter PHIR!
