Marsh
Newbie
Is it really important, to always win the race?
When time erases trophies, but remembers every face.
Is it really important, to gather gold and fame?
When silence asks your soul, "Who were you beneath your name?"
The richest hearts aren't measured by the fortune they can keep,
But by the tears they gently hold, and promises they keep.
The loudest voices fade away like echoes in the night,
Yet one kind word can outlive stars, still burning soft and bright.
The clock keeps moving, never asking who was wrong or right,
It only counts the moments we filled with love instead of spite.
A palace turns to dust one day, like castles made of sand,
But kindness leaves invisible flowers in every hand.
So chase the things that time itself can never steal apart—
Not wealth that fills your empty home, but peace that fills your heart.
For when the final page is turned... only love remains important.
When time erases trophies, but remembers every face.
Is it really important, to gather gold and fame?
When silence asks your soul, "Who were you beneath your name?"
The richest hearts aren't measured by the fortune they can keep,
But by the tears they gently hold, and promises they keep.
The loudest voices fade away like echoes in the night,
Yet one kind word can outlive stars, still burning soft and bright.
The clock keeps moving, never asking who was wrong or right,
It only counts the moments we filled with love instead of spite.
A palace turns to dust one day, like castles made of sand,
But kindness leaves invisible flowers in every hand.
So chase the things that time itself can never steal apart—
Not wealth that fills your empty home, but peace that fills your heart.
For when the final page is turned... only love remains important.
