I will face everything and rise The pain, the rain is a blessing in disguise Never gonna quit until the day I die Angels keep falling from the sky Take the broken wings and learn to fly Face everything and rise I feel it cutting and its cutting like a

I'll make my own mistakes Even though I never learn I'm running from myself If only you could see behind my eyes Gather round my friends I need a match and only one match I think it's time I make my own way I'm turning my back on this city and I'm not

We never learn do we So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life And live my life And have friends around We never change do we Where making more friends would be easy Never be cruel Be good to you

Yesterday's got nothin' for me Old pictures that I'll always see 'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me Yesterday, there was so many things I was never told Now that I'm startin' to learn I feel I'm growin' old Time just fades the pages

Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head. Well, I was born on a Sunday; on Thursday I had me a job. I was born on a Sunday; by Thursday I was workin' out on the job. I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong. And poppa threw

Nothing can come between us Nothing can come, nothing can come What we have is strong and tender In the middle of the madness It's about faith Always hope that you remember We'll never really learn the meanin' of it all

There's no end in sight Learning to fly, letting go of it all Finding these questions inside me still burn Like tomorrow never comes Tonight we black out the sun Better hold on tight Before you know it's gone And live like tomorrow never comes

You don't know what love is You don't know how hearts burn For love that cannot live yet never dies Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes Until you've learned the meaning of the blues Until you've loved a love you've had to lose You don't know

Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten

Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow up, never grow old Just another rebel in the great wide open, on the boulevard of broken dreams And I learned everything I needed to know from John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16 Everything I needed I'm a