VERSE 1
I been breathin’ in the dark where the shadows get loud,
PTSD on repeat like a storm in a crowd.
My chest tight, breath gone, heart fighting my brain,
Every trigger like a chain trying to drag me back to pain.
Major depressive in my bloodstream, anxiety in my skin,
Panic in my lungs like I’m drowning from within.
I claw at the air like I’m climbing out blind,
But the pit keeps whisperin’, “You’re never gonna find
Any light, any hope, any break in the rain.”
But Christ steps into the grave and says, “Son, rise again.”
CHORUS 1
I’m holdin’ on though my soul feels torn,
Though my nights get long and my heart gets worn.
I grip the Light while the darkness screams—
Christ is the One pulling me from my dreams.
Yeah, I bleed, I break, I fall, I strain—
To live is Christ… to die is gain.
VERSE 2
Some days I swear I’m fighting ghosts in my head,
Old memories swingin’ fists tryin’ to raise my dead.
Flashbacks cut deep like a blade in my spine,
Like I’m trapped in a war that was never fully mine.
Depression hits heavy, anxiety takes shape,
But Christ took up the cross no mortal could escape.
Fully God, fully Man—He stepped into our scars,
Walked into our night, lit fire in our dark.
Took a cross not His own, took wounds not His due—
Paid the price I created… and carried me through.
CHORUS 2
I’m chokin’ on tears but I rise again,
Not by strength of flesh but the grace within.
When the storm hits hard and the world feels vain,
I cling to the Truth—
To live is Christ… to die is gain.
VERSE 3
I built some of my chains, some were thrown on me,
By broken-hearted sinners just as lost as me.
But He didn’t leave me in the ruins of shame—
He called out, “You’re Mine. You’re not the same.”
Trauma stole years but not my soul—
The Cross cut through hell just to make me whole.
So I rise with my scars like a banner of grace,
A testimony carved on a resurrected face.
My King overcame death, broke every chain—
So I won’t bow to fear, I won’t live the same.
VERSE 4 / FINAL CHORUS (COMBINED)
Here is where I stand on the edge of the grave,
Where the broken find healing and the hopeless get saved.
Christ whispers, “I suffered. I rose. I remain.”
Every scar on His hands tells me I can remain.
Take my hurts, my fear, my shame—
Burn it in mercy, rewrite my name.
The valley is deep, but my Shepherd still reigns—
To live is Christ…
and to die is gain.
CalebJJ
