[Instrumental] [Intro] Sixty-two years, still I carve my line, My blade has dulled, but I bide my time. Once it flowed—now just a drip, Yet still I write with steady grip. [Verse 1] Hard as marble, this life I tread, Worn and thin, the coat I’ve shed. Sun-bleached shoulders, frayed beneath, Time has gnawed at every seam. [Verse 2] Dusty roads, they rise then fall, Sunshine breaks, then shadows crawl. Mirage fields and endless plains, A tale of joy, of loss, of chains. [Bridge] Dry lips whisper broken prayers, A hundred hopes drift through the air. To You, who sees all from above, O God, do You still know my love? [Refrain] Lift Your noble face to mine, I speak, O Lord—can You hear my line? I have walked the road of pain and regret, Help me find hope’s wellspring yet! [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Sixty-two years, still I fight this war, You were my cradle—you’ll be my shore. Let me, Creator, greet the end With a smile wide as the wind! [Refrain] Lift Your noble face to mine, I speak, O Lord—can You hear my line? I have walked the road of pain and regret, Help me find hope’s wellspring yet! [Instrumental] [Outro] ("Let me, Creator, greet the end With a smile wide as the wind…") ("With a smile wide as the wind…") [End]
