What Was Mine (Official Lyric Video)

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[Verse 1]
The day begins before the light,
With quiet cries and heavy eyes.
A thousand little, fleeting things
That no one sees — but I.
The walls still hum beneath their steps,
The brew’s gone bitter, waiting on me.
I’m standing still inside a life
That pulls me in and holds.

[Verse 2]
Their voices bloom and fill the air,
Like songs I know but can’t replay.
I try to mark the moments down,
But they keep running away.
There’s joy and ache in every touch,
In every need they bring to me —
I’m stretched between who I once was,
And who they’ll grow to be.

[Chorus]
The days are long — they bend and burn,
With no clear end, no steady turn.
But the years, they rise like wildflowers do —
Quiet, sudden, breaking through.
One day this noise will lose its sound,
The silence hums a lonesome tune.
But I’ll remember what was mine —
The weight, the wonder, all the time.

[Verse 3]
They reach for more than I can give,
And still I give them all I am.
Their eyes already looking out
Beyond the edges of my hands.
And every goodbye, every sleep,
Is one more thread that slips the seam.
But love is stitched in every crease —
And haunts the corners of my dreams.

[Chorus]
The days are long — they bend and burn,
With no clear end, no steady turn.
But the years, they rise like wildflowers do —
Quiet, sudden, breaking through.
One day this noise will lose its sound,
The silence hums a lonesome tune.
But I’ll remember what was mine —
The weight, the wonder, all the time.

[Bridge]
No photograph can hold the heat
Of breath and skin and tangled feet.
No song can sing the sacred part
Of letting go with all your heart.

[Final Chorus]
The days are long — but still they pass,
Like night time warmth that couldn’t last.
And the years, they fade like evening skies —
But I was theirs, and I still stay.
Though one day I’ll stand in the still,
My hands left open, soft and filled —
With everything they ever gave,
And all the love I couldn’t save.

Music by: Suno (AI-generated instrumental)
Lyrics by: DL
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