When push comes to shove
you taste what you’re made of
you might bend till you break
cause its all you can take
on your knees you look up,
decide you’ve had enough
you get mad you get strong
wipe your hands shake it off, then you stand life’s like a novel with the end ripped out
the edge of a canyon with only one way down.


Take what you’re given before its gone.
Every time you get up and get back in the race one more small piece of you starts to fall into place-


rascal flatts, stand