The lights grow dim, the crowd goes home
The echoes fade from fields of stone
But every hand that lifted me
Still lives in those who dare to dream
I was just a man
With dirt upon my shoes
Trying to give more than I would lose
And the measure of a life
Is not the cheers you hear
It’s who can stand because you once were here
If you can build a road
For someone yet to come
If you can light a fire
When their world feels undone
Then your days mean something
More than fortune, more than fame
We are only borrowed breath
Till we give it all away
A boy somewhere is watching now
Wondering if he’ll matter somehow
A tired soul bends under weight
Praying that tomorrow changes fate
So lift them when they fall
Speak when others hide
Leave the door unlocked behind
Because the measure of a life
Is not what you receive
It’s what remains when you finally leave
If you can build a road
For someone yet to come
If you can light a fire
When their world feels undone
Then your days mean something
More than glory, more than praise
We are only passing through
What matters is what stays
And when my voice is gone
Don’t carve it into stone
Carry it forward
Make this world a kinder home
For every child reaching upward
Every heart trying to stand
We become each other’s future
One life at a time
If you have the chance
To make the burden less
To leave this world better
Than the brokenness you met
Then don’t waste your moment
Don’t let mercy pass you by
We are measured by the lives
We lift before goodbye
The lights grow dim
The crowd goes home
But love keeps running
Long after we are gone
ProfBullmoose
