Oh It’s the bottom, where the quiet ones survive.
Every ladder’s built to keep us out of the sky.
But I’ve learned to turn the pressure into light,
’Cause the bottom is the place I start to rise.
But still, I can’t climb out—
somehow, I never can.
Yet every time I try to rise,
something holds me down again.
But I can’t seem to rise at all— no matter how I reach.

It’s the bottom, where the gears all grind.
Where every promise falls behind the line.
But I’ve seen truth in places they ignore—
The bottom holds the strength they’re looking for.
Take your time and learn to see—
the treasures here are countless, sleeping deep.
A whisper saying I’m not meant to stay below.