Copyright © Anima Libera suno.com/@animalibera Thank you for listening 💖 -----------✨-----------✨---------- I walked through streets that carried my dreams, In the glow of a sun too warm to forget. Time was a whisper, a gentle sway— Every step, a brushstroke on my canvas. I never thought to count the hours; The weight of living hadn’t found me yet. Now I see the days slip like water through my hands, Chasing the weight of gold while the light fades away. Live it now, while it’s here to hold, You can’t rewind the tides or seize the wind. Life's a rhythm meant to feel, not fold— When it’s gone, it won’t dance again. There were nights when laughter filled the quiet, Not a care to tether the heart's leap. We painted stars across ceilings too low, Letting joy bloom where no map was drawn. I never asked what it all would mean, The meaning was breathing, and that was enough. Each coin I hold weighs more than it gives, Time, the only wealth I’ve truly spent. Live it now, while it’s here to hold, You can’t rewind the tides or seize the wind. Life's a rhythm meant to feel, not fold— When it’s gone, it won’t dance again. Now I find myself in crowded silence, Numbers stacked higher than the songs I sang. But still, I see the child who chased the wind, And I know she’s waiting for me to remember. So I walk again, through streets I once painted, Holding the rhythm that money can’t buy. Life is fleeting, a song without reprise— Each note, a gift I’ll never let go. Live it now, while it’s here to hold, You can’t rewind the tides or seize the wind. Life’s a rhythm meant to feel, not fold— When it’s gone, it won’t dance again.
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