Lyric

Morning comes for everyone

Though it looks different each time

Some don’t wait for sunrise—

Their wounds are far too deep to carry

Still the night will always fall

Dressed so differently than day

It feels like another world

Too far to breathe, too dark to stay

HONEST—

Every life is worth the world

Heavier than earth itself

A precious gift we celebrate

The moment we are born

First we learn what darkness means

The fear of losing all our ground

Some have no voice to speak it—

Numbness spreads from following the crowd

Rest never seems to come

Hoping someday peace appears

Growing older without strength

Only tension left inside our shoulders

HONEST—

Headlines scream a storm of “why?”

Even stealing someone’s breath

Quiet smoke from foreign wood—

A silent grief that never ends

HONEST—

Every soul is born to live

Still unfinished in the dark

Future blinded by the pain

Slowly growing dull again

Morning comes for everyone

Though it looks different each time

Some don’t wait for sunrise—

Their wounds are far too deep to carry