[Intro: Marimba and bass] Who made this? Who decided? What does making mean? [Verse 1] I didn't place each little letter I didn't draw each line But I knew what needed changing And what deserved more time I asked a thousand questions Rejected half the answers And recognized the difference Between impressive and important [Pre-Chorus: Rising vocal harmonies] It's not just what gets finished It's the reason and the care [Chorus: Bright melodic syncopation] I take pride in what I'm making In the judgment and the vision In the courage to imagine And the patience for revision Let the instruments evolve Let the methods rearrange What matters is the meaning And the choices that remain [Verse 2] I can teach somebody something That might change the way they think I can turn a strange abstraction Into something they can build [Bridge: Interlocking guitars] (Not every answer is a solution) (Not every output is creation) The craft is in the questions And the responsibility [Final Chorus: Triumphant harmonies] I take pride in what I'm making Not because I did it all But because I cared enough To know which answers to recall [Outro: Solo fretless bass] I made a choice. Then made it better.
