Fill Your Life With Stories

verse 1

i used to think i needed more,

another thing stored behind a door,

a shelf of trophies proving i was worth the space i take.

but every shiny little prize

just gathered dust before my eyes,

while the moments i ignored were the ones that made me ache.

pre‑chorus

so i packed up all the noise,

left the clutter with the toys,

and i walked out to the world with empty hands.

chorus

fill your life with stories to tell, not stuff to show,

let the wind rearrange you everywhere you go.

let the nights you almost gave up

be the ones that help you grow.

fill your life with stories to tell, not stuff to show.

verse 2

i learned that laughter weighs no more

than footprints fading on the shore,

and love can fit inside a pocket if you let it stay.

the broken roads, the midnight calls,

the times i stumbled, times i crawled—

they’re the treasures i can carry when the world falls away.

pre‑chorus

and the people that i’ve met,

every promise, every debt,

they’re the chapters that remind me who i am.

chorus

fill your life with stories to tell, not stuff to show,

let the wind rearrange you everywhere you go.

let the nights you almost gave up

be the ones that help you grow.

fill your life with stories to tell, not stuff to show.

bridge

one day when the light grows thin

and i look back on where i’ve been,

i won’t count the things i owned or what i lost.

i’ll remember every soul

who carved their name upon my soul,

and every risk i took no matter what it cost.

final chorus

fill your life with stories to tell, not stuff to show,

let your heart be the compass for the long unknown.

when you stand at the edge of all

the places you can’t know,

fill your life with stories to tell, not stuff to show.