I remember nights, laying on the floor,
Counting all my dreams, wondering what for.
Dad’s old jacket, it fit like a glove,
Taught me how to fight, taught me how to love.
But sometimes the weight feels heavy on my chest,
Fighting my own shadows, trying to be my best.
Slow steps to stand tall,
I’m learning how to crawl.
Every tear, every fall,
Makes me stronger after all.
I’m just a man, lost in this world,
Finding my way, from the pain where I can't hide myself