Rise Above the Shadows

There's something more when the hope you hold. Is the love you give,

the stories told? You become more when you let yourself out. To touch those

left in shadows of doubt. There's a bridge too

low on the road we roam. And men keep driving under loads

unknown. Weight of loss, of guilt, of what could've been.

Crashes quietly when no one's seen. Some don't rise, some bend and break.

But still the journey calls, for love's sake.

And every scar you've carried through the night, becomes a story, becomes