[Verse 1] I found your name in an old notebook Beside a train-station coffee stain Every wrong turn, every borrowed look Was a thread in the coat I became I carried the rooms where the hard days stayed The cheap blue chair and the kitchen light But nothing I lost was a life mislaid It taught my hands how to hold on tight [Pre-Chorus] Let the years leave marks Let the pages bend I can face the shape Of the road I’ve spent [Chorus] These are the stories my life became Not clean, not perfect, but mine to claim Every scar has a sentence, every tear has a place I’m proud of the trail that I leave in my wake These are the stories I’m handing down A little more truth than the world allowed When the last door closes, let the record say I lived every chapter in my own way [Verse 2] I remember the night the power went out We ate cold peaches by candle flame You said, “Tell me what this is all about” I said, “Maybe we’re still becoming the same” There were promises bent in the winter rain There were faces I couldn’t ask to stay But I learned that a heart can carry its pain And still make room for a brighter day [Pre-Chorus] Let the years leave marks Let the pages bend I can face the shape Of the road I’ve spent [Chorus] These are the stories my life became Not clean, not perfect, but mine to claim Every scar has a sentence, every tear has a place I’m proud of the trail that I leave in my wake These are the stories I’m handing down A little more truth than the world allowed When the last door closes, let the record say I lived every chapter in my own way [Bridge] If I could speak to the child I was I would not erase a single mile I’d say, “The cracks are where the daylight comes And you were worth the wait all the while” [Final Chorus] These are the stories my life became Every hard-won breath, every borrowed name Every scar has a sentence, every tear has a place I’m proud of the trail that I leave in my wake These are the stories I’m handing down With both feet planted on honest ground When the last door closes, let the record say I loved, I changed, I gave what I could away [Outro] Let the pages bend Let the old roads fade I am proud of the story I am proud of the story I made
