I (Dsus)don’t

(Dsus)know

just where I’m (Dsus)go ing, and to (Gsus2)mor

row

is a lit tle o ver whelm ing, and the (Gsus2)air

is cold,

and I’m not the same an y (A7sus)more.

I’ve been (Dsus)run

(Dsus)ning

in your di rec tion for too long

now,

lost my own re flec tion, and I can’t

(Gsus2)look down

if you’re not there to catch me when I (A7sus)fall.

If this is the mo ment, I (A)stand here on my own.

If this is my rite of pas sage that (D)some how leads me home,

(G)I might be a fraid, but (G)it’s my turn to be brave.

If this is the last chance be (A)fore we say good bye,

at least it’s the first day of the rest of my life.

(G)I can’t be a fraid, ’cause (G)it’s my turn to be brave.

(Dsus)All

a long,

(Dsus)all I ev er want ed was to be

the light

when your life was daunt ing, but I can’t see mine

when I feel as though you’re push ing me a way.

Well, (Dsus)who’s

to (Dsus)blame?

Are we (Dsus)mak ing the right choic es?

’Cause we (Gsus2)can’t be sure

if we’re hear ing our own voic es as we close

(Gsus2)the door,

e ven though we are so des per ate to (A7sus)stay.

If this is the mo ment, I (A)stand here on my own.

If this is my rite of pas sage that (D)some how leads me home,

(G)I might be a fraid, but (G)it’s my turn to be brave.

If this is the last chance be (A)fore we say good bye,

at least it’s the first day of the (D)rest of my life.

(G)I can’t be a fraid,

’cause it’s my turn to be brave.

Oh,

yeah,

oh.

And I might still cry,

and I might still bleed;

these thorns in my side,

this heart on my sleeve,

and light ning may strike

this ground at my feet,

and I might still crash,

but I still be lieve:

This is the mo ment; I (B)stand here all a lone

with ev ’ry thing I have in side,

(E)ev ’ry thing I own.

(A)I might be a fraid, but (A)it’s my turn to be brave.

If this is the last time be (B)fore we say good bye,

at least it’s the first day of the (E)rest of my life.

(A)I can’t be a fraid; (A)it’s my turn to be (E)brave.