(Verse 1) Rose watches the petals fall, one by one, Tracing the shadows where the light used to run. She isn't ready for the silence, or the cold, To trade the stories that have yet to be told. But the clock has a rhythm that doesn’t miss a beat, Walking beside us on every crowded street. It’s the only guest that arrives without a knock, The steady, hollow echoes of a ticking clock. (Chorus) So cherish the breath while it’s heavy in your chest, Before the sun decides it’s time to go to rest. Cherish the voices, the laughter, and the light, Before the morning gets swallowed by the night. We’re walking on a thread we didn’t even weave, Living in the moments that we’ll eventually leave. (Verse 2) I look at the doorway where they used to stand, Reaching for the ghost of a warm, familiar hand. The world keeps moving, indifferent and fast, While I’m anchored to the beauty of a broken past. I cry—and I still cry—into the empty space, Searching every stranger for a familiar face. We don’t know the date, we don’t see the line, Until the "forever" runs out of time. (Bridge) It’s a deep kind of ache, a hollow in the bone, Knowing we’re together, yet destined to be alone. The hug you gave this morning? Keep it in a jar. The way they say your name? Let it be your star. Because the "someday" we fear is already on its way, Turning every "tomorrow" into a "yesterday." (Outro) Rose holds on tight, but the wind begins to blow, It’s the hardest lesson: learning how to let go. Hold them while you can. Love them while they’re here. The clock is ticking... But the love is clear.
