I’ve been walking past the same old signs, Coffee steam, a neon line. Rain still finds the cracks it knows, And I still find the way it goes. Every scar turned soft with time, Still a mark, still mine. It’s the laughter after crying, The silence when we stay. All the little things that keep on trying, That’s the part that stays. I’ve seen faces fade to gray, But their words still know the way. Every lesson cuts and heals, Every truth turns something real. Every scar turned soft with time, Still a mark, still mine. It’s the laughter after crying, The silence when we stay. All the little things that keep on trying, That’s the part that stays. We break, we bend, we start again, The light comes slow, but it always bends. And in that curve, I see my name— Not what’s gone, but what remained. It’s the laughter after crying, The silence when we stay. Every heart still built for trying, That’s the part that stays. Yeah, that’s the part that stays.
