All That Matters

Fading light, another restless night, Searching for meaning in shadows of the fight. If there’s no glorious end, no grand parade, Just the echoes of choices we’ve made. But if all fades to black, no script to read, No crown of thorns, no martyr’s need, Then the only truth we hold, the only line, Is what we do in the end of time. If nothing we do matters, then all that matters, Is what we do with these fragile hours. "Through the void we surge, against fate we thunder," Every act, a spark, every breath, power. In empty rooms, in forgotten streets, The silence looms where the heart once beats. If the world won’t care, if the sky won’t fall, Then we’re left with the weight of it all. If nothing we do matters, then all that matters, Is what we do with these fragile hours. "Through the void we surge, against fate we thunder," Every act, a spark, every breath, power. In the Breath between heartbeats, we stand, taking our destiny into our own hands. No grand design, no cosmic plan, Just the ripples of each choice we command. In the silence, our actions speak, Echoes of will in a universe bleak. But if all fades to black, no script to read, No crown of thorns, no martyr’s need, Then the only truth we hold, the only line, Is what we do in the end of time. Every act, a spark, every breath, power... (power...)