They don’t know your heart

Here are lyrics crafted from the thoughts and philosophies you shared. The concepts—finding identity through elimination, living forward but understanding backward, and the daily maintenance of who we are—lean naturally into an acoustic folk or Americana style. ### Verse 1 I’ve got these daily habits that I tend to every day My health and my faith, keeping the shadows at bay Trying to be a father, trying to be a husband and a man When I hold the line consistently, the valleys level out the land. ### Verse 2 We’re all gonna make mistakes, that’s just the toll we pay You gotta make amends, brush it out, and walk away 'Cause guilt and heavy regret will kill a man over time You gotta turn the page and get yourself off the ride. ### Chorus **You gotta live it moving forward, but it only makes sense in reverse** Every blessing in the rearview started out looking like a curse It’s a mathematical science how we made it to this room You are the author of your story, from the cradle to the tomb Connect the dots looking backward, trace the lines through the dark We are whatever we create from the spark. ### Verse 3 I looked at the horizon, I swore that was the end But the finish line was just the start of something around the bend You gotta lean into the mystery, let the future pull you through When you don't know what you want, knowing what you *don't* is leverage too. Yeah, you finally have something to push off of. ### Bridge Now they always ask you "Who are you?", it’s a heavy weight to hold Like Bob Dylan said, we're just creations, stepping out into the cold And it’s relaxing when you realize, it’s a much easier thing to see The outlines of the man that I am *never* gonna be. Subtract the noise, cut the bullshit like a knife Just move toward the things that feed your life. ### Chorus **You gotta live it moving forward, but it only makes sense in reverse** Every blessing in the rearview started out looking like a curse It’s a mathematical science how we made it to this room You are the author of your story, from the cradle to the tomb Connect the dots looking backward, trace the lines through the dark We are whatever we create from the spark. ### Outro Yeah, by simple mathematics, we clear away the dust Leave behind the things that we don't trust. Make amends, move on. Turn the page, get off the ride. Write the book. You are the guide.