What remains

I had a dream… Two lives, two roads, two destinies… and somehow, they were speaking about us. (mmm…) I see a man who owns everything, yet feels so small, holding the world in his hands but not touching at all. He builds his walls, keeps everyone away, and sits alone, just listening to the quiet echo of his own decay. (ohh…) So tell me now, when all is said, what stays? A name on stone or a promise that never fades? Is the power you hold tight worth more than pain, or the open hand that makes you human again? (ahh…) It’s not what you have, it’s not who you are, (who you are…) it’s what you leave behind when you go far. (when you go…) It’s the glances you brushed like a passing breeze, the souls you held with a touch that brings them peace. (mmm…) It’s the steps still standing against the wind, the voices warming you from deep within. (ohh…) I see a man with nothing but a radiant smile, sharing his light every step, every mile. He planted words like seeds beneath the sun, and the world replied with the songs of kindness he had begun. (pad) So tell me once more, at the end, what stays? The things you take or the love you raise? Is the shout of the proud worth more than it seems, or the steady hand that lifts you out of broken dreams? (dreams…) It’s not what you have, it’s not who you are, (who you are…) it’s what remains when you’ve gone too far. (gone…) It’s the faces you crossed on your winding way, the hearts you softened with the things you didn’t say. (hum) It’s the steps still standing against the wind, the voices warming you from deep within. (ahh…) Now I can feel it, now I can breathe, each day a piece of the man I’ll be. I don’t want to fade like a shadow undone, I want to leave a trace that shines long after the day is gone. (swell) It’s not what you have, it’s not who you are, (who you are…) but what remains when we turn into stars. (stars…) It’s the memories breathing in gentle light, the acts of love that keep your name alive at night. (ohh…) It’s the voices calling your name again, the stories walking beside you like an old friend. (mmm…) And in the end, I saw… two churches, two farewells. One filled with silence, the other overflowing with love, raining like summer light. And I understood… It’s not what you keep for yourself but who carries you forever in their heart. (ohh…)