There’s an old photo hung in the hall, Faded edges, names we don’t recall. They chased their dreams, lived their tomorrow, They wrote their story, now it’s my time to follow. They had their wars, they had their dreams, Their ups, their wins, their losing teams. It all mattered then, as it all matters now, Every moment, every tear, every vow. Their faces fade, but the feeling stays the same, Beating hearts frozen in that old cracked frame. When days get heavy, I go to them, glance up again, They remind me, life’s just a game. We fight our fights, struggle and borrow, Just breathe — today’s headlines won’t make tomorrow. One day our legacy, our pain, our fall, Will hang on someone else’s wall. They’ll see our eyes and somehow know, Behind the smile, we passed the trial. It all mattered then, as it matters now, Every moment, every tear, every vow. Their faces fade, but the feeling stays the same, Beating hearts frozen in that old cracked frame. It all mattered then, as it all matters now. It all feels so different — yet it’s all just the same. And I guess, whatever I’m facing, whatever I’m feeling, Will all play out for someone else someday — over and over again.
