Lyric

I carry my dawn in a folded flame

Through broken hours with a borrowed name

The road takes its toll, but it never takes me

I keep my heart where the tender wind frees

And every scar turns to a silver thread

Every hard goodbye to a bridge ahead

I’m not made of dust, I’m made of spark

I can turn the ache into a work of art

Hold me up, hold me up

Copper sky, lift me up

Hold me up, hold me up

We rise through the heavy stuff

For the one beside me, for the one in me

For every age that still believes

Hold me up, hold me up

Copper sky, lift me up

In the long day grind, I keep my hands clear

Count my steps twice, keep my conscience near

Love sits at the table with a quiet grace

Soft as a tide in a narrow place

The old ones hum in the bones of the town

The young ones bloom where the last rain fell down

We pass the flame, we pass the vow

Every heart needs a reason now

And every bruise becomes a map of gold

Every lonely mile a story told

I’m not made of dust, I’m made of spark

I can turn the ache into a work of art

Hold me up, hold me up

Copper sky, lift me up

Hold me up, hold me up

We rise through the heavy stuff

For the one beside me, for the one in me

For every age that still believes

Hold me up, hold me up

Copper sky, lift me up

When the load gets wild and the edges shake

When the sweetest plans begin to break

I lean into the rain and the restless wind

And I hear that hidden fire again

Hold me up, hold me up

Copper sky, lift me up

Hold me up, hold me up

We rise through the heavy stuff

For the ones who’re weary, for the ones still here

For every season, every year

Hold me up, hold me up

Copper sky, lift me up