"Rise (Sing It Loud)" lyrics

"Rise (Sing It Loud)"

I've been sleepin' in my mind
But my heart is risin', risin' with the tides
Floating on a wave, buoyed by the sea
Carry me away 'cause the world is not for me
If I could see through different eyes
From ten thousand foot skies, I'd navigate the lies
And Never fear demise, nor be timid of the rule
How can I grow wise if never I'm a fool?

Home, home is in my heart
So why do I get lost in the crowd?
Trying to be proud
I must be quiet enough to hear sound
The song inside my soul as it echoes in the clouds
I'm going to sing it loud
I'm going to sing it loud

Raindrops ripple as I breathe
I can feel the deep blue miles from my feet
Coming up for air, conscience coming clean
I have left the past at the bottom of the sea

Home, home is in my heart
So why do I get lost in the crowd?
Trying to be proud
I must be quiet enough to hear sound
The song inside my soul, I'm going to write it down
I'm going to sing it loud
I'm going to sing it loud

Oh, no matter where you land
Or how far you may fall
You have heart; you have hands
And the highest calling of our lives
Is to find the grace in the very place we stand
And rise

Rise
We will rise


Writer(s): Bob Mitchell, Phil Radford
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