The smudges on your face,
The scratches on your knees,
You wear them as a trophy from slaying monsters in the trees.

The voices in your head,
You’d rather be dead,
Than not be able to sing.

It’s all that really matters.
It’s all that really matters.

The tattered clothes you wear,
That mess you call your hair,
You never seem the least bit frightened.

When sadness came your way,
You said “No, not today!
These thoughts can’t hurt me when I’m smiling.”

With a crooked grin,
I saw you as a child,
So hopeful, free, and wild,
Despite the fate that death laid on you.

I’ll never catch you crying.
I’ll never catch you crying.

“Grow.”

Brother bear. 

I love you like a brother.
I thought you were my brother?
I loved you like a brother.
Wheres my older brother?

You can open me up and look inside,
You’ll find a heart that beats loud and true.
I try to reason with it sometimes,
But nothing my mind tells it it will ever do.

So I won’t look down when I slip and fall.
I’ll pull myself up again, and climb on to the top.
And it’s times like these, I know I’m all on my own,
And it’s times like these, you show the kind of friend you are.

I’d never let you fall.

Now I know I can get by this,
And show them all the mistakes I’ve made have made me a bigger person.
And I know it’s terrifying,
But if you take my hand, I’ll never let you fall.

Climb these cliffs that have been placed in front of me.
Climb these cliffs that have been placed in front of me.