✦ Artist Note ✦

A reflection on legacy
the quiet question of what may
one day be written of us
when we are gone,
and whether the life
we lived truly reflects
who we were.

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Lyrics


I walked through rooms that never knew my name…

left quiet traces no one thought to claim…

a life that moved in ways you couldn’t see…

a fragile kind of hidden honesty…

I never needed crowns or borrowed light…

just something real to hold me through the night…

and every time the world asked me
to bend…

I chose a softer way to not pretend…

if all of this just faded into grey…

what would remain of me to say…?

what words will be written…
upon your grave?

if this was your final line…
what would you want them to say?

would they write you stayed…
when it was hard to stay?

that you loved in ways…
no one could take away…

when silence falls…
what will remain…

I gave my heart in moments passing by…

in unseen ways that never asked for why…

a glance, a word, a hand that chose to hold…

a quiet warmth that never needed gold…

I wasn’t flawless, never meant to be…

just someone learning how to feel deeply…

and even when the weight was hard to bear…

I found a way to still be present there…

if memory is all that we become…

what will be said when I am gone…?

what words will be written…
upon your grave?

if this was your final line…
what would you want them to say?

would they write you stayed…
through every break and ache?

that you gave more love…
than you would ever take…

not everything stays…

not everything gets remembered…

but something does

and if I disappear one day…
no big moment…

just quietly…

I was here

what words will be written…
upon your grave

if this was your final line…
what would you want them to say?

no monument…
no perfect phrase…

just echoes of the life you gave…

when everything fades…
what remains…

upon your grave…

…what will they say…

…what will they say…

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