[Verse 1] I spent a lifetime proving absence, Reducing wonder to its parts. I measured every known attraction, The distance between beating hearts. I found the weight of human sorrow, The rate at which the stars decay, But every time I solved for suffering, Some stranger gave their bread away. [Pre-Chorus] And there it was, the contradiction, A kindness with no cause or claim. An act that offered no advantage, And changed the answer all the same. [Chorus] There’s no equation for the giving, No theorem for the undeserved. No law that says a hand must open When it has nothing in reserve. I thought the universe was balanced, That every debt was somehow paid. But mercy broke the laws I trusted, And gave more than the world could weigh. [Verse 2] I studied chaos, chance, and entropy, The slow surrender of all things. How even light must lose its energy, How every orbit breaks its rings. But somewhere in a crowded city, A woman held a stranger’s grief, And gave away an hour of living To someone she would never meet. And suddenly, the laws of nature Seemed insufficient to explain How one life could diminish nothing By lessening another’s pain. [Pre-Chorus 2] I checked the figures twice for errors, Reworked the proof a thousand ways. But every kindness multiplied The good beyond what could be traced. And what I thought was contradiction Became the truth I couldn’t prove: The world can lose a thousand things And still grow richer when we choose. [Chorus] There’s no equation for the giving, No theorem for the undeserved. No law that says a hand must open When it has nothing in reserve. I thought the universe was balanced, That every debt was somehow paid. But mercy broke the laws I trusted, And gave more than the world could weigh. [Bridge] I had mistaken what was measurable For everything that could be true. I’d counted every star in heaven, But never what a kindness grew. Perhaps the flaw was never nature, Nor some equation gone astray. I spent my life accounting for what vanished, And never learned to count what stayed. [Final Chorus] There’s no equation for the giving, No theorem for the undeserved. No law that says a hand must open When it has nothing in reserve. I thought the universe was balanced, That every debt was somehow paid. But mercy broke the laws I trusted, And gave more than the world could weigh.
