Sometimes a struggle builds you somehow
Tears you down, leaves you dead
Time will pass, back to life
Hand on shoulders, bigger, better
Sunday night, tempers flair
Fights erupt and trickle down
Apologies, threats and lies
Backing down, compromise
While this city burns these wounds will heal
You'll find your way
Though lines in sand become a proving ground
In time, you'll find
Who can tell who is their life
Sometimes a struggle leaves you fragile
Shaken up, shotgun shy
With heartache past and open eyes
You'll come back stronger, bigger, better
Maybe this time, things will change
Brand new day, forgive, forget
Time has past, back to life
Hand on shoulders, bigger, better
While this city burns these wounds will heal
You'll find your way
Though lines in sand become a proving ground
In time, you'll find
Who can tell who is their life
Only you with time can define your life
Only you with time can define your life
Can define your life, it's yours
While this city burns these wounds will heal
You'll find your way
Though lines in sand become a proving ground
In time, you'll find
Who can tell who is their life
A struggle builds you somehow
Tears you down, leaves you dead
Time will pass, will pass, will pass, will pass
Artist: Adema
Artist: Paul De Jong
Artist: Knapsack