RiseUp

Rise Up - The Cast of The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry/Passenger

Lyrics by：Mike Rosenberg

Composed by：Mike Rosenberg

Produced by：Jeremy Holland-Smith

Let me tell you a tale of a man

We know that sleeps through open eyes

A man too sad for laughter

And too ashamed to cry

A man who's scared of living

So he steals away and hides

The tale I tell the story sad old Harold Fry

His mother left when he was young his father loved to drink

He left his home at age sixteen

Alone and on the brink

He worked away his adult life

Blunting like a kitchen knife

He couldn't reach his son his wife would slowly start to sink

Now every day is like the last

And like the one before

He sits and watches life go past like shadows on the wall

The years have gone so fast it's like they never came at all

Oh Harold won't you wake up?

And hear a distant call

To rise and see the sun in the sky

Look up and see the birds flying high

Look out and see the trees dancing in the breeze

Oh Harold don't let life pass you by

Go out and taste the world on your tongue

Go out and feel the air in your lungs

Go bask in nature's beauty

Harold it's your duty to break free from this wreck you've become

Like a phoenix rising up from the ashes

Like a phoenix rising up from the flames

Go dance out in the rain and the storm

Go see just how it feels to be born

Go spinning free and tumbling

Feel your prison crumbling round suburbia's walls

Like a phoenix rising up from the ashes

Like a phoenix rising up from the flames

Like a phoenix rising up from the ashes

Like a phoenix rising up from the flames

Rise up break free

Rise up