What a life that we live
Stuck in time and painful memories
Looking back and holding on
To the hurt that brought us to our knees
And yet we are rooted to the ground
In the place where we were struck down
Lying broken and slain
But it's time to pick up the pieces and the pain
And carry on
Oh, and carry on, oh
In the darkness it's hard to see
And trust the one who's guiding me
But I will walk hand in hand
And follow his footprints in the sand
And I won't be rooted to the ground
In the place where I was struck down
I won't lie broken and slain
I'm picking up the pieces and the pain
To carry on
To carry on, to carry on
And I won't be rooted to the ground
In the place where I was struck down
I won't lie broken and slain
I'm picking up the pieces and the pain
To carry on