[Intro] (Soft, rhythmic ticking of a clock) (Melodic acoustic guitar enters) [Verse 1] The sun climbs up before the city wakes A heavy burden for the steps he takes While others dream of neon lights and nights so free He’s building anchors for a family tree At twenty-one, the world is wide and deep But there are promises he has to keep If work is effort, then the truth is clear Time is the sacrifice he offers here. [Chorus] Oh, time management, the scarcest gold A story of a young heart, brave and old While his friends are out chasing the wind He’s where the duty and the love begin His hours aren't his, they’re a gift he gives In every moment that his family lives. [Verse 2] No weekend trips or individual schemes He trades his leisure for their collective dreams The clock is ticking, but he doesn't run The labor's finished when the chores are done A silent hero in the kitchen light Planning the morning in the dead of night His peers are planning where the party’s at He’s checking ledgers and the welcome mat. [Bridge] It’s the scarcest resource, slipping through his hands Not spent on travel or on distant lands But in the quiet strength of staying home Choosing the roots instead of rooms to roam. [Chorus] Oh, time management, the scarcest gold A story of a young heart, brave and old While his friends are out chasing the wind He’s where the duty and the love begin His hours aren't his, they’re a gift he gives In every moment that his family lives. [Outro] The clock keeps ticking... But he’s right where he belongs. A sacrifice of seconds... A legacy of love. (Fade out with acoustic guitar and clock tick)
