Struck down

We are not built and planted unless 
  we have been struck down
A fire we don't want to see coming
  cleansing, killing bringing the seeds
New life hides within the death
  with water and sun, not tapped out
Restored but oh, the heat and destruction
  pain and not wanting to choose change
It comes when we are ready or not
  how we face it is up to us
Will you take my hand and in this barren land
  plant the seeds in the rich soil