The Last Thing to Die [Verse 1] I walked into an old library, With one small question in my mind: What were the first words ever written By the earliest hands of humankind? Were they laws beneath a kingdom? Were they maps of earth and sky? Or did somebody write I love you Before they learned to say goodbye? I dreamed of some forgotten lover, Carving longing into stone, Leaving proof that hearts were breaking Long before we broke our own. No name, no face, no trace of where they went, Just a whisper surviving time— I wanted love to be the reason We first taught our hands to write. [Pre-Chorus] But history opened up its book, And quietly proved me wrong... [Chorus] The first words weren't I love you, They counted what was bought and sold, They spoke of trade and kings and borders, Of debts that had to be controlled. But something in me kept believing There was more beneath those lines— Maybe love was never written first, But it's the last thing in us to die. [Verse 2] I closed the book in disappointment, Felt a winter cross my chest, All the roses of imagination Lost their color, lost their breath. How could hands that learned to capture Human thought for coming years Choose to count the skins of merchants Before counting lovers' tears? Still I told myself, Be patient, There are ruins beneath the sand; Maybe somewhere sleeps a love song No archaeologist has scanned. Maybe underneath a fallen city, Safe from history and time, Someone wrote her name in darkness And beside it: You are mine. [Chorus] The first words weren't I love you, They counted what was bought and sold, They spoke of trade and kings and borders, Of debts that had to be controlled. But something in me kept believing There was more beneath those lines— Maybe love was never written first, But it's the last thing in us to die. [Bridge] Years went by... And fifty found me different. Dreams had learned to walk on stone. Life had taught my younger heart That every road won't lead you home. I learned the weight of ordinary days, The price of standing on the ground, How we trade our wings for stronger shoes When no safe sky can still be found. Then one night I heard them say again: "The evidence is clear— Our earliest words were trade and power." And strangely... I shed no tear. [Final Chorus] So the first words weren't I love you, Perhaps they never had to be. We built our walls with laws and numbers, But love kept writing secretly. Empires vanished, coins grew worthless, Kings surrendered to their time— Still somebody somewhere whispers, "Stay... just stay here by my side." Let the first words speak of commerce, Let the ancient tablets testify— For when every other hunger leaves us, When ambition closes its eyes, There is one small flame still burning At the farthest edge of night: Love may not be the first thing that we write... But longing for it is the last thing in us to die. [Outro] The tablets keep their numbers. The dust remembers why. And somewhere in the human heart... Love refuses to die.
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