[Verse 1]
I’ve seen folks chase a dollar ‘til their heart runs dry,
Build a kingdom made of fences just to guard their pride.
But a real foundation ain’t gold, ain’t land, ain’t a name in lights,
It’s the ones who lift you up when the world ain’t right.
[Pre‑Chorus]
’Cause storms don’t care ’bout the color of your skin,
Where you were born, or the faith you’re livin’ in.
[Chorus]
Greatness ain’t measured by the things you hold,
Not the deeds you brag or the lies you’re told.
It’s the hands that help, the hearts that stay,
The ones who walk through hell just to light your way.
Ain’t about the crown, the cash, or the man —
It’s the love you give, that’s the measure of a land.
[Verse 2]
I’ve seen heroes with no medals, just a tired face,
Working double shifts to keep somebody else safe.
Folks who’d run into the flames for a stranger’s life,
Never asking for a thank‑you or a spotlight.
And I’ve seen angels in the alleys where the lost sleep cold,
Giving blankets to the homeless with a heart of gold.
[Pre‑Chorus]
’Cause the good Lord knows what the world forgets —
Greatness ain’t success, it’s the scars you get.
[Chorus]
Greatness ain’t measured by the things you hold,
Not the deeds you brag or the lies you’re told.
It’s the love you show, the truth you stand,
The ones you pull from the dark with your bare hands.
Ain’t about the crown, the cash, or the man —
It’s the love you give, that’s the measure of a land.
[Bridge]
Yeah, I’ve walked through the fire, been burned by the flame,
But I learned real quick that the world don’t change
By the size of your house or the weight of your chain —
It’s the souls you save, not the ones you blame.
A country ain’t great by the flags it waves,
But the people who rise when the whole world breaks.
Doesn’t matter your skin, your hometown, or your creed —
Greatness is giving more than you ever need.
[outro]
Greatness ain’t measured by the things you hold,
Not the deeds you brag or the lies you’re told.
It’s the hearts that heal, the ones who stand,
The folks who give their all with an open hand.
Ain’t about the crown, the cash, or the man —
It’s the love you give, that’s the measure of a land.
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