[Lyric] Hurdles (Jesse Abraham)

I learned at a young age
That just cuz you're young doesn't make you safe
I was putting dirt on a grave
Before I had grown old enough to shave
Man, I could barely lift that shovel
Was a struggle but the trouble that I felt soon doubled
My dad died was I ten
He was healthy and young and had a new girlfriend
My mom never made amends
Then six months passed, I'm at a funeral again
My uncle wasn't healthy like my father
But the good die young, and the old die harder
Wasn't a martyr; I ain’t sacrifice a thing
Might’ve been smarter to let myself feel the pain
But instead I learned how to function
Smile for the people who expect you to crumble

And now I know
That a hurdle hurts more
If the hurdle is yours
Let it go
The hurt’ll hurt a little bit more
Little bit more
The hurt’ll hurt a little bit more
Little bit more
If the hurdle is yours
Let it go
I had always seen on TV
What it's like to be weak
That wasn’t gonna be me
I tried to be strong for my sister
Our dad was gone and Mom didn't seem to miss him
It was wrong how he left her
Was it wrong how he left us?
I didn't ever consider it
That's just what death was
Fast forward two years
My mom sits me down to talk but it's just tears
She tells me that my best friend Shaun
Got hit by a car and he's dead, he's gone
She cried and hugged me and I felt
Nothin
I was shocked
I was scared
I was 12
"So this is what my life is bout to be? I can make it I can take through these bouts," I believed
Did I grieve?
No, not really
Too hurt to feel pain
So I pretended I was healing

And now I know
That a hurdle hurts more
If the hurdle is yours
Let it go
The hurt’ll hurt a little bit more
Little bit more
The hurt’ll hurt a little bit more
Little bit more
If the hurdle is yours
Let it go
Scarred but not scared
14 and fearless
Nervous bout nothin
Terrified and tearless
Never cried
Never shied away from tryin
My motto became ‘if I'm not cryin, I'm lyin’
Cuz pain woulda been real
But my strength wasn’t
A man allows himself to feel hurt
A child doesn’t
So when another friend died the next year
Cuz he jumped off of a bridge
I allowed myself to feel
I grasped the meaning of temporary
The cemetery was my secondary seminary
And that’s how I feel in February
That power is helpful but pain is necessary
To grow is to develop
Develop can mean to break
To break can mean to struggle
And struggle can lead to strength
So the lesson that I learned might sound strange
But the real strength’s ingrained in the pain

And now I know
That a hurdle hurts more
If the hurdle is yours
Let it go
The hurt’ll hurt a little bit more
Little bit more
The hurt’ll hurt a little bit more
Little bit more
If the hurdle is yours
Let it go