[Verse 1] I crossed enough borders to forget where distance ends, collected cities, stages, books, and strangers turned to friends. I made a life from motion, from ideas nobody saw, kept reaching for the future like it owed me something more. [Chorus] Still I mourn the roads I missed, the lives I never tried, the quiet house, the different love, the years on some other side. I know I’ve lived more than enough to call this journey full, but abundance has a shadow: every yes still murders two. [Verse 2] There were songs I never finished, places I will never know, versions of myself that vanished every time I chose to go. [Bridge] Maybe peace is not pretending I would choose the same again. Maybe gratitude and grieving can both live inside the end. [Final Chorus] So when the final page is turning, I won’t say I did it all. I’ll just say I kept on reaching every time I heard life call.
