In the End

In the end, when all is still, And time has bent to nature's will, When echoes fade and shadows lean, What will remain, and what is seen?

The treasures sought, the wealth we chase, The fleeting thrills, the mad race— All will dissolve like morning mist, For in the end, they don't exist.

In the end, when paths are worn, And weary hearts are left to mourn, What truth remains beneath the sighs, But love, and loss, and quiet goodbyes?

The towers built, the dreams we weave, The promises we choose to believe, All fade as night consumes the day, But hope persists, though skies may gray.

In the end, it’s not the crown, Nor titles high that weigh us down, But how we loved, and how we gave, How we stood firm, and chose to brave.

The fleeting moments, small and sweet, The kindness given on the street, Are the only things that truly stay In the end, they light the way.

In the end, when voices cease, And wars are lost, and wars bring peace, What will endure beneath the strife? The soul’s quiet echo—its life.

The things we’ve built, the things we’ve broken, The unspoken words that have been spoken, All fall to dust beneath the skies, But kindness never truly dies.

In the end, when all is done, When every race has been long run, The stars will shine as bright as gold, But it's the love we gave that's bold.

For in the end, what truly counts, Are not the numbers, not the amounts, But how we’ve made the world feel whole, A gift of peace to every soul.

In the end, we’ll find the truth, That what we seek is not in youth, Not in the chase, the fear, the fight, But in the stillness of the night.

For in the end, when all is gone, What’s left behind is love’s own song.