Head Held High

Racing empty boulevards (there I go)
Tryna make this life an art (Picasso)
Found a story in the scars
Not afraid to look back
But I don't gotta look back
On the edge of something that I've never seen before
Could be beautiful
Is it possible?
To see a flower standing in the middle of the storm
All I know is

With my head held high
I'll be the last one standing
In these shattered walls
With my head held high
I'll brace for the crash landing
Not scared to fall
With my head held
High, high, high
With my head held
With my head held high

Winning hand I've got these cards (this battle)
Played it right and found my heart (not fragile)
Went through hell and left my mark
Not afraid to look back
But I don't gotta look back
On the edge of something that I've never seen before
Could be beautiful
Is it possible?
To see a flower standing in the middle of a storm
All I know is

With my head held high
I'll be the last one standing
In these shattered walls
With my head held high
I'll brace for the crash landing
Not scared to fall
With my head held high (high)
With my head held high (high)
With my head held high (high)
With my head held
With my head held high

On the edge of something that I've never seen before
I'm a flower standing in the middle of the storm
With my head held high

I'll be the last one standing
(The last one standing)
In these shattered walls
With my head held high
I'll brace for the crash landing
Not scared to fall
With my head held high (high)
With my head held high (high)
With my head held high (high)
With my head held high
With my head held high