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Yeah…

Some nights you lay there staring at the ceiling…

Wondering how you’re gonna make it through.

But then you remember…

You’ve made it through everything else.

I know you’re feeling like you can’t quit,

Like the weight of the world’s got you pinned.

Too far gone, too deep in it,

Same old fight with a brand-new wind.

Another long night, another sleepless week,

Numbers on the table, bills staring back at me.

Trying to find a place where I can finally stand,

Trying to prove to myself I’m still that man.

I had a dream and I had a place,

Had my name hanging up with pride and grace.

But every road I took came with a cost,

Sometimes you gotta lose just to know what you lost.

I’m still breathing,

Even when the air gets hard to find.

Still believing,

Even when I’m losing my mind.

Life hit heavy like a storm in the night,

Tried to wash away everything I built in my life.

But I’m still standing,

Still holding the line.

I’ve been through the fire,

I’ve been through the rain.

Turned every scar and every hurt into strength.

They thought I was broken,

Thought I’d never recover…

But I was built for the storm,

I was built for whatever.

I’ve worn a lot of hats, carried a lot of weight,

Had to learn the hard way that nobody saves the day.

Sometimes being the boss means nobody sees

The battles you fight when you’re down on your knees.

I’ve had my moments where I questioned my name,

Wondered if the struggle was worth all the pain.

But every setback put a fire in my chest,

Every time I fell, I got back up stronger than the rest.

I’m the author of a story nobody thought I’d write,

A couple dark chapters, but I’m still alive.

The devil tried to break me, tried to steal my soul,

But every single battle just made me whole.

I took all that pain and I made something from it,

Took every loss and I turned it into a promise.

Every scar on my skin tells a story I remember,

I wasn’t made to fold under pressure.

I’m still breathing,

Even when the world gets cold.

Still believing,

Even when I’m carrying a load.

I’ve been knocked down,

I’ve been dragged through the dirt,

But I learned that a man ain’t defined by his hurt.

I’m still standing,

A little older, a little tougher.

Lost some battles,

But I never lost the hunger.

They thought they finished me,

Thought I was under…

But I’m still here today,

And I’m built for whatever.