They’ll tell the story. They wrote the numbers, they closed the deal, They signed the checks, they bent the steel. The empire stands, the towers gleam, But every shadow holds a dream. I counted victories, stacked the gold, But even kings can’t buy control. A name engraved, a crown held high— But what’s a throne when time runs dry? “Did I build, or did I burn?” “Did I rise, or did I turn?” “They hold the records, they count the cost—” “But did I win, or was I lost?” Legacy, my name in stone, Echoes loud, a fate well known. Built my kingdom, played my part, Did I rule, or break their hearts? Legacy, a whispered truth, A line in books, a fate reduced. They’ll write the story, they’ll say my name, But was it glory—or was it shame? They’ll carve my face in marble halls, But statues crack, and empires fall. They’ll read the ledgers, count the years, But numbers fade like dust and tears. A million deals, a thousand kings, All thought they’d outlast everything. I played to win, I took the crown— But tell me, who still wears it now? “Did I build, or did I burn?” “Did I rise, or did I turn?” “They hold the records, they count the cost—” “But did I win, or was I lost?” Legacy, my name in stone, Echoes loud, a fate well known. Built my kingdom, played my part, Did I rule, or break their hearts? Legacy, a whispered truth, A line in books, a fate reduced. They’ll write the story, they’ll say my name, But was it glory—or was it shame? “They’ll tell the story.” “They’ll say my name.” “But time decides…” “If it meant anything at all.”
