Stand up

I chose the road of love. It’s not the easy one. It puts the weight of broken hearts right, Right on my own. But if I make it through, If I don’t come undone, I’ll pour the purest fire I’ve got Into everyone. Some days it feels like all this pain Is wired into my veins. Like every tear the world has cried is running Through my frame. They tell me, “Don’t feel so deep. You’ll drown if you don’t sleep.” But I was born with open nerves, And I’ve got promises to keep. I see a stranger on the train. I see the stories in their eyes. I feel their losses in my chest like echoes Of my own goodbyes. I never wanted to be strong By watching others bleed. I want a strength that holds a hand when Love is all they need. And yeah, it hurts me more than I can Say. But I still kneel down and they pray. If this is what the road of love is Made of, I won’t walk away. If I walk the road of love, I’ll taste The sorrow of the earth. I’ll feel the cracks in every soul like they Were written in me first. But the same fire that burns me clean is The one I’ll pass along. I’ll hold a little cup of flame and share It till it’s gone. If I walk the road of love, I won’t be spared the flood. But I will bring a little light to every Tired heart that could. I’m not a saint. I’m not above the anger, doubt, And noise. I break, I shout, I slam the door. I lose my inner poise. But when the dust falls to the floor, There’s something burning still. A quiet voice that says, “Stand up. You’re here to learn and heal.” Maybe that’s why I feel too much, Why strangers feel like kin. The world keeps handing me its wounds, And I keep letting them in. Not ‘cause I like to hurt myself or wear A martyr’s crown. But ‘cause I know that love is real when It stays while you break down. So if my heart is built to break for Every soul that falls apart, then let it break A thousand times. Just don’t let it turn Hard. If I walk the road of love, I’ll taste The sorrow of the earth. I’ll feel the cracks in every soul like they Were written in me first. But the same fire that burns me clean is The one I’ll pass along. I’ll hold a little cup of flame and share It till it’s gone. If I walk the road of love, I won’t be spared the flood. But I will bring a little light to every Tired heart that could. One hand on my bleeding heart, One hand reaching out. If I can turn their darkest night into a Softer doubt, then every tear that I have held, Each weight I’ve had to bear, becomes a spark Inside this flame that I can offer, That I can share. So I walk the road of love with all The sorrow of the earth. With every crack in every soul like it’s been Written in me first. And the same fire that burns me clean is The one I give to you. From this little cup of living light, Take as much as you can use. If I walk the road of love, I know It’s gonna tear me through. But if my heart can carry it, Maybe yours won’t have to. Break down. Break Down.