Look at me, son, before you walk away
Before the world takes all the things I've got to say
You're gonna feel the rain, you're gonna face the fire
You'll climb the mountain and you'll fall into the mire
But don't you let the shadow that's hidden underneath your skin
We are not the tragedy, we aren't the pain
We are the quiet choice we make inside the rain
It's not what hits you hard, or what the winds define
It's how you stand your ground and let your spirit shine
Stand tall, my son, when the storm is through
The crowd might scream, the anger might feel sweet
But wisdom is the path beneath your quiet feet
A man is measured by the way he holds his head
And not the heavy words that angry hearts have said
Remember who you are, remember whose you've been
We are not the tragedy, we aren't the pain
We are the quiet choice we make inside the rain
It's not what hits you hard, or what the winds define
It's how you stand your ground and let your spirit shine
Stand tall, my son, when the storm is through
Now go on, boy, you're ready, just breathe
And choose the light