LYRICS
[Verse 1]
They say time wears us down,
like everything fades with years.
But I see hands that have held on,
and hearts that outlived their fears.
Every mark upon your skin
is a chapter written strong,
not the rotting away of beauty—
but proof that you’ve lived long.
These are lines that carry stories,
not wrinkles fading light.
Every silver strand remembers
how you made it through the night.
There’s a beauty born from living,
from surviving what you faced—
don’t outrun the years behind you,
learn to honor every age.
[Chorus]
These are lines that carry stories,
etched by courage, loss, and grace.
Every year adds deeper meaning
to the truth upon your face.
You don’t fade by growing older,
you become what lasts the longest—
a living book of moments
the world is still learning from.
[Verse 2]
The watcher sees your surface,
the shine, the gray, the skin,
but never hears the silent wars
your soul kept winning within.
There’s triumph tucked in tenderness,
there’s love that outgrew pain,
and all of it reflects itself
inside your eyes when they remain.
Your eyes still smile before your face,
they know joy hasn’t left—
they’ve seen enough of life to know
what truly matters best.
[Chorus]
These are lines that carry stories,
etched by courage, loss, and grace.
Every year adds deeper meaning
to the truth upon your face.
You don’t fade by growing older,
you become what lasts the longest—
a living book of moments
the world is still learning from.
[Bridge]
Don’t race the youth or measure worth in years,
not everyone is granted time to stand right here.
You’re not behind, you’re just ahead in sight,
holding tomorrow with yesterday’s light.
Carry it gently.
Carry it proudly.
Not everyone gets to arrive this far.