Head Held High

Racing empty boulevards (there I go) Tryna make this life an art (Picasso) Found a story in the scars Not afraid to look back But I don't gotta look back On the edge of something that I've never seen before Could be beautiful Is it possible? To see a flower standing in the middle of the storm All I know is With my head held high I'll be the last one standing In these shattered walls With my head held high I'll brace for the crash landing Not scared to fall With my head held High, high, high With my head held With my head held high Winning hand I've got these cards (this battle) Played it right and found my heart (not fragile) Went through hell and left my mark Not afraid to look back But I don't gotta look back On the edge of something that I've never seen before Could be beautiful Is it possible? To see a flower standing in the middle of a storm All I know is With my head held high I'll be the last one standing In these shattered walls With my head held high I'll brace for the crash landing Not scared to fall With my head held high (high) With my head held high (high) With my head held high (high) With my head held With my head held high On the edge of something that I've never seen before I'm a flower standing in the middle of the storm With my head held high I'll be the last one standing (The last one standing) In these shattered walls With my head held high I'll brace for the crash landing Not scared to fall With my head held high (high) With my head held high (high) With my head held high (high) With my head held high With my head held high