(Verse 1) I used to think forever Was measured out in years. In birthdays and in wedding rings, In laughter and in tears. Then one day life grew silent. The world forgot my name. I stood inside the wreckage… And nothing looked the same. ⸻ (Verse 2) I searched the empty spaces For one more breath of you. I would’ve crossed forever If forever asked me to. Then a butterfly came gently And rested on my arm. For twenty quiet minutes… The world forgot its harm. ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) No one spoke. No choir sang. The sky offered no reply. Just a little pair of wings… And tears… I didn’t have to hide. ⸻ Chorus So tell me… What survives When the voices disappear? When the chair beside you Stays empty year after year? Is it photographs? Is it time? Is it everything we knew? Or is love… Still quietly… Loving… Through me… And you? ⸻ (Verse 3) Years later in Sedona, Red sandstone warmed the day. I closed my eyes and wondered If love just flies away. I pictured two birds soaring On different winds above. Before I even opened my eyes… Two birds… Finished my thought… With love. ⸻ (Verse 4) I’ve felt hope inside a silence. I’ve felt peace inside a breeze. I’ve learned the heart keeps listening To languages we can’t see. Maybe butterflies remember. Maybe birds already know. Maybe love is always speaking… Long before We’re listening. ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) Mercy leaves a footprint. Kindness leaves a flame. Every soul we’ve ever loved Still whispers… Through our name. ⸻ Chorus Tell me… What survives When every season changes? When the world keeps turning pages Long after we are gone? Not the things we gathered. Not the wars we won. Only every act of love… Still becoming… Someone. ⸻ Bridge I don’t know Where heaven is. I don’t know What waits beyond. I only know Love changed me. Grief changed me. Mercy found me. And somehow… I am still here. Still laughing. Still rescuing. Still teaching. Still believing. Still loving. ⸻ (Everything falls away.) Final Chorus What survives… Is every hand we ever held. Every heart We helped believe again. Every dog Who finally found a home. Every student Who found their voice. Every friend Who stayed. Every stranger Who became family. Every mercy. Every kindness. Every song. Every butterfly. Every… Love. ⸻ (Outro — almost whispered) If someday Someone asks Who I was… Don’t tell them How I died. Tell them… I loved. And love… Survived.
