What Rises

What rises to the surface is never false It is glowing and live An ember warm and bright So go and take hold Let it bloom and unfold When you've nothing left You've nothing left to lose What rises to the surface may sink again Call it dead and missing Pair of cold lips kissing It is easy to feel So detached and unreal It is easy to fall apart Place me on the tightrope Where I find my voice Light a fire behind me So I have no choice Give me space And a little more time A steady, strong hand And a brave, balanced mind I know it's a lot to ask, but I think I can make Something beautiful out of this mess Out of this mess Give me your blessing now Give me your blessing now Give me your blessing now Give me your blessing now