The smoke burns my lungs again,

Dreams are cracking under strain.

Every step feels like a crime,

Every win just kills some time.

I see my shadow,

Through the ashes of it all.

I fall… I fall again.

But I get up, screaming low,

Blood in my hands, nowhere to go.

Every scar’s a broken prayer,

Still I breathe, still I dare.

We fall again… and rise once more.

The walls are whispering lies,

My hopes hang by thin wires.

I’m chasing ghosts inside my head,

But the fire’s not dead yet.

I see my shadow,

Through the ashes of it all.

I fall… I fall again.

But I get up, screaming low,

Blood in my hands, nowhere to go.

Every scar’s a broken prayer,

Still I breathe, still I dare.

We fall again… and rise once more.

We’re not saints, we’re not done,

We break apart to become one.

The dirt, the pain, the rain, the scars

That’s who the fighters are.

We get up, we burn slow,

Through the dark we start to glow.

Every fall just lights the flame,

We fall again… and rise again.

We fall again…

But never stay down.