Lyric

Been fighting in the dark for so long

Dust on my lungs

Shaking hands

Every little step felt borrowed

Like the ground might give again

But the sky cracks open

Just a fragment

Thin little line of gold

And my tired feet keep moving

Even though they ache from what they know

I’m walking toward the light again

Scars out in the open air

They don’t disappear

But they don’t own me

I’m reaching through the broken days

Finding little sparks of grace

I’m not who I was

But I’m still rising

Walking toward the light again

I trace the faded marks on my skin

Stories I didn’t choose to write

Every quiet night that almost

Pulled me under

Pulled me blind

Now I breathe in deeper than trembling

Let the cold fall off my chest

All the shattered pieces I’m cradling

Start to feel like something blessed

I’m walking toward the light again

Scars out in the open air

They don’t disappear

But they don’t own me

I’m reaching through the broken days

Finding little sparks of grace

I’m not who I was

But I’m still rising

Walking toward the light again

It’s not a sudden sunrise

It’s a slow

Soft glow

Every tear that hits the ground

Helps something grow

I still hear the echoes

Of the war inside my head

But over every echo

A gentler voice says

Keep walking toward the light again

Scars out in the open air

They don’t disappear

But they don’t own you

Keep reaching through the broken days

You are made of quiet grace

You’re not who you were

But you’re still shining

Keep walking toward the light again

Walking toward the light again