Lyric

Some days the road wears iron shoes

Some days your name feels split in two

We learn to walk through honeyed rain

And keep our fire through the grain

When the world leans hard, we lean back

Turn the bruise into a map

Every scar becomes a gate

Every slow step rewrites fate

From the lowlands to the high

We keep the same small spark alive

Even when the edges fray

We still make light out of the grey

Hold the ember, hold it high

We are made to bend and try

Hold the ember, breathe and stay

We can heal the harder way

Hold the ember, hold the flame

Every age can speak the same

Hold the ember, carry on

Till the dark has lost its song

At noon the mirrors start to lie

Crowns of dust on every try

Love comes dressed in quiet gold

Teaching young hearts to be bold

And at the desk where hours turn

We trade our doubt for what we learn

We keep our kindness sharp and clean

Like roots beneath a velvet green

When the hourglass runs thin

We let the honest pulse come in

No one walks this road alone

We make a home from moving on

Hold the ember, hold it high

We are made to bend and try

Hold the ember, breathe and stay

We can heal the harder way

Hold the ember, hold the flame

Every age can speak the same

Hold the ember, carry on

Till the dark has lost its song

At dusk the city turns to glass

Every old regret gets past

Lovers drift like silver tide

Two soft storms on either side

A caution hums beneath the lace

Choose the truth before the pace

Choose the voice that keeps you sane

Choose the road through wind and rain

If the night comes dressed in stone

We still leave a line of gold

If the weight begins to sing

We answer with a better thing

Hold the ember, hold it high

We are made to bend and try

Hold the ember, breathe and stay

We can heal the harder way

Hold the ember, hold the flame

Every age can speak the same

Hold the ember, carry on

Till the dark has lost its song

Midnight asks for every vow

Every what if, every how

But the pulse beneath the skin

Says the dawn will let us in

Holiday skies and weekday breath

We keep faith with quiet depth

Not a trophy, not a crown

Just a way to lift back up when down

Hold the ember, hold it high

We are made to bend and try

Hold the ember, breathe and stay

We can heal the harder way

Hold the ember, hold the flame

Every age can speak the same

Hold the ember, carry on

Till the dark has lost its song

Carry on

Carry on

Lanterns in the blood

Carry on