Roots and Wings V1
Mark Winters and Chris Winters - Sept 13, 2024

I’ve got a map in my blood,
Stories that I never been told,
Ancestors (family?) whisper through the wind,
In a language I don’t know.

My father’s discipline in every stride,
A silent strength, but not quite mine,
My mother chases fleeting highs,
That mirror’s gaze passed me by.

Am I the ground beneath my feet? Or the skies I’ve yet to meet?
Can I be both lost and found? In the echoes all around?

Can I rise. Will my Roots hold me down
Can I rise can I rise
Can I rise
Will my Roots hold me down
Can I rise can I rise
Can I rise from this place
Will my Wings be strong enough sever ties or will I get kept from the skies
I need to fly, need to fly

I’ve been searching for my place,
In between the lines they trace,
Caught between who I want to be,
And the faces I can’t erase.

Grandma’s brush painted skies with words,
A poet’s soul i hope I deserve,
While Grandpa built with steady hands,
Engineer and artist is that my plan?

Am I the shadow or the flame? Can I be both without changing my name?
Do I need to break the mold, To find the story that’s untold?

[Chorus]
Can I rise. Will my Roots hold me down
Can I rise can I rise

Can I rise
Will my Roots hold me down
Can I rise can I rise

Can I rise from this place
Will my Wings be strong enough sever ties or will I get kept from the skies

I need to fly, need to fly

[Bridge] root and 5 only
In the mirror, I see two sides,
The child of earth, the seeker of skies.
I can stand tall with open hands,
Holding onto where I’ve been,

[Chorus]
Can I rise, will my Roots hold me down, can I rise, can I rise
Can I rise, will my Roots hold me down, can I rise, can I rise

Can I rise from this place
Will my Wings be strong enough to sever ties or will I get kept from the skies

I need to fly, need to fly

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