Dig Down Deep

©2016 Chris Pendergraft Dig Down Deep She sits upon her stoop Stuck in memories that she'd never faced Once were thorns But now are butterflies She tries to let them go, up above Across The setting sky Once were thorns but now are butterflies What it me? was it me? what it just a bad dream? Will it overtake me like some disease? Will it break me? Once were thorns but now are butterflies I can see I can see that its all within me but only the truth can set me free I'm big enough to climb from here to Hell I used to think, That memories Were like razorblades, The deeper that you dig, the more you gonna bleed But now I see the truth will set us free From repeating' all our History That's why we all gotta dig down deep That's why we all gotta dig down deep