[Verse 1] I counted summers like coins in my hand, Chased every echo of a promised plan. Streets were playgrounds, nights stretched wide, Now the years roll past like a tide. [Pre-Chorus] Laughter slips through my fingers, Lessons missed are the ones that linger. [Chorus] I’m turning pages I never knew I’d read, Stories of a boy who wanted to be free. I thought life waited just around the bend, But growing up has its own quiet end. [Verse 2] Friends drift like leaves on a slow stream, Some fall behind, others chase a dream. I still remember games we made from nothing, Now the clock reminds me nothing’s stays. [Pre-Chorus] I try to hold the echoes of laughter, But mirrors show only the years after. [Chorus] I’m turning pages I never knew I’d read, Stories of a boy who wanted to be free. I thought life waited just around the bend, But growing up has its own quiet end. [Bridge] The trick isn’t chasing old thrills, But carrying echoes and bending them to will. Logic can’t teach what the heart already knows, Time moves on where it chooses to go. [Chorus / Outro] I’m turning pages I never knew I’d read, Stories of a boy who wanted to be free. I thought life waited just around the bend, But growing up has its own quiet end. Pages turn, the boy steps aside, Watching the world with eyes open wide.
