Fallen
Lauren Wood
I choose the pain that burns me
I choose the blood that stains my hands
Embraced the thorn that wounds me
Blinded that I might understand
What I was and what I have become
What I'll be when I join the pieces into one
Fallen brightest of the bright
To carry the light
We choose the paths we follow
We choose the fall so far from grace
Cast down to find our own way
We choose the will to make ourselves
What we were yeah what we have become
What we'll be when we join the pieces into one
Fallen brightest of the bright
To carry the light
Oh back to you
Oh back to the one
Oh back to you
Oh I'm 93 million miles from the sun
Fallen brightest of the bright
To carry the light