The cracks where shadows grow,
Tiny sparks ignite and glow,
Every fall, every flight.
Plants the roots for morning's light.
Some days we rise, some nights we break,
The ground shakes hard, but it won't take.
Every scar's a map, every tear's a key,
Each small fracture builds what's meant to be.
Can you feel it now? The pull beneath your feet?
Every moment whispers, syncopates the beat.
What we sow is the fire.
Burn it bright, rise up higher.
Oh What we lose shapes tomorrow.
Every joy, every sorrow.
The winds of change don't blow for free,
They carry dreams, plant destiny.
Every lesson we can't ignore,
The seeds we drop will bloom once more.
In the silence, life rearranges,
Through the chaos, the pattern changes.
The stars collide, they paint the sky,
And in the ashes, the roots won't die.
What we sow is the fire.
Burn it bright, rise up higher.
What we lose shapes tomorrow.
Every joy, every sorrow.
Every joy, every sorrow.
In the silence, life rearranges,
Through the chaos, the pattern changes.
The stars collide, they paint the sky,
And in the ashes, the roots won't die.
What we sow is the fire.
Burn it bright, rise up higher.
What we lose shapes tomorrow.
Together we're writing tomorrow's song.
Every fall. Every fight.
Every dark and every light.
Feel the rhythm, we all belong,
Together we're writing tomorrow's song.
In the seeds of tomorrow, we grow.
And in the seeds of tomorrow...
We find the roots of today.