These days have past me by
I write blank pages in the book of life
Outside I feel alright
Maybe I, was born to testify
The beauty of survival
The beauty of survival

These planes won't hold my bones, anymore
Wild spaces far from home
From the river, to the shore
I'm not a king here anymore
Am I giving up?
The ways of the warriors
Always pressing our luck
Everyday will destroy us
I will hold what I love
I will love what I'm made of
I will try to begin
I will learn to believe in
The beauty of survival
The beauty of survival
The beauty of survival