The strong ones aren't supposed to fall like this
No, they're not supposed to fail
The strong ones aren't caught bending in the wind
We'll be the ones to find our way
We'll be the ones to find our way
The strong ones aren't supposed to crumble down
Like a city laid to waste
The strong ones' faith won't be seen wavering
We'd be the ones to keep our way
We'd be the ones to keep our way
Sometimes the soft ones feel the grace
Sometimes getting broken gives you strength
Keep going on, keep going on
Keep going on, keep going on
The strong ones watch the sand blow off their feet
And neatly gather stones and seeds
The strong ones kneel down under waxing moons
And sleep with hands outstretched to catch the dunes
And marry the dust of bones and make them new
Sometimes the soft ones feel the grace
Sometimes getting broken gives you strength
Keep going on, keep going on
Keep going on, keep going on
Keep going on, keep going on
Keep going on, keep going on
