Eighty Years of Fire

Verse 1 Born with a breath and a beating heart, Hands in the air, then the world hits hard. We learn to walk just to learn to fall, Skin on the pavement, back to the wall. First taste of love, first taste of pain, Sun in our eyes, then years of rain. They say “be strong, don’t let them see,” But every scar writes history. Pre-Chorus We chase the clock, we chase a dream, Wondering what it all could mean. Chorus Is this the meaning of life we know? Working ourselves half-dead, moving slow, Trading our time for a paycheck thin, Just to grow old with nothing to spend. Eighty years in a blink of an eye, We laugh, we bleed, we live, we die. So hold what you have, don’t let it go, ‘Cause this is the only life we know. Verse 2 Friends turn to strangers, lovers to ghosts, Promises fade, but the pain stays close. We feel the hate, we feel the fire, Bite our tongues, bury desire. Bills on the table, dreams on a shelf, Selling our hours, losing ourselves. But in the dark, when hope feels gone, We find the strength to carry on. Pre-Chorus Fall to your knees, then rise again, Every loss just sharpens the edge. Chorus Is this the meaning of life we know? Working ourselves half-dead, moving slow, Trading our time for a paycheck thin, Just to grow old with nothing to spend. Eighty years in a blink of an eye, We laugh, we bleed, we live, we die. So hold what you have, don’t let it go, ‘Cause this is the only life we know. Bridge We rage, we scream at the empty sky, Ask ourselves why we even try. But there’s beauty hiding in the cracks, In the love we give, in the way we act. It’s not the money, not the fame, Not the number carved on a gravestone name. It’s the nights we felt alive and free, The moments that meant everything to me. Breakdown Joy and pain, they walk as one, Every shadow needs the sun. Hate and love, they leave their mark, Even stars are born from dark. Final Chorus Maybe the meaning of life we choose, Is not what we earn, but what we lose— The fear, the doubt, the wasted years, The weight of anger, the silent tears. Eighty years, then the curtain falls, Echoes remain on these empty walls. So love what you have, while you’re still here, That’s the truth that’s painfully clear. Outro From first breath taken to the last goodbye, We’re just passing sparks in the night. Live it loud, live it true, In the end, that’s all we can do.