I have no brother from blood but to you I will call my own

While far from our mothers we stumbled and we fell

Down a mountainside all rocky and bitter

It beat us to a pulp and we condemned Hope

And I reach for your hand

I reached for your hand

If I let go I would not forgive me

I could not forgive me

If I let go who would be there to catch me

Who would be there to stop me

I will rise when the sun is high and there's nothing left in this Southern town

When you find your way

I'm drowning come find me adrift in this storm of uncertainty

Gasping for answers

My soul is out of breath

Words brace for depth

And I reach for your hand

I reached for your hand

If I let go I would not forgive me

I could not forgive me

If I give up who would be there to catch me

Who would be there to stop me