Past

If change is growth, then why does it hurt?

Why does the past still hold its worth?

If truth is heavy, why must we bear?

Why ask for honesty, yet leave it unfair?

Oh, why do we run, why do we stay?

Why do we fight the words we say?

If pain is part of learning to stand

Why does the past still hold our hand?

Oh, why do we run, why do we stay?

Why do we fight the words we say?

Oh, why do we run, why do we stay?

Why do we fight the words we say

We're searching for reasons we may never find

A balance between the heart and the mind

Oh, why do we run, why do we stay?

Why do we fight the words we say?

Oh, why do we run, why do we stay?

Why do we fight the words we say

Let go of the past, it doesn’t define

The truth and the change will all realign

If change is growth, then why does it hurt?

Why does the past still hold its worth?