All we can do is heal Or let it destroy us
Some of our wounds Come from those around us While some are self-inflicted By thorns growing from within
But the stories remains the same Once we carry the hurt and shame All we can do is heal Or let it destroy us (destroy us)
The wounds that we're left with, we cannot control The curse of the pain feels like all we know Until we find the strength drawn from the roots below In blackened soil new power grows
Grows New power grows
Sentenced to a lesser life For what we've been through We are growing in ways that we Never thought possible before
Cutting off what can't survive So we can let our weakness die So we can let our weakness die Die
The wounds that we're left with, we cannot control The curse of the pain feels like all we know Until we find the strength drawn from the roots below In blackened soil new power grows
Regeneration comes after death And virtue from rooting out damage Cut off what can't survive
The wounds that we're left with, we cannot control The curse of the pain feels like all we know Until we find the strength drawn from the roots below In blackened soil new power grows Until we find the strength drawn from the roots below In blackened soil new power grows