The Story We Carry

I used to chase the fleeting light, Running fast, afraid of time. But as the seasons start to change, I find meaning in the space. No more running, no more fear, Letting go of what kept me here. Moving slower, standing tall, Learning I don't need it all. Aging isn't losing, it's learning to see, That beauty was never just skin-deep. It's in the love, in the scars we wear, In the story we carry, the life we share. We carry it, we carry it, Every tear, every laugh, every step we've taken. We carry it, we carry it, Not in our skin, but in the love we're making. I don't chase the echoes now, I cherish those who still come around. The weight of youth has slipped away, Left with something I won't trade. It's in the laughter, in the silent nights, In the hands that held me when I cried. I don't need to be twenty again, I just want to feel alive... Aging isn't losing, it's learning to see, That beauty was never just skin-deep. It's in the love, in the scars we wear, In the story we carry, the life we share. So I'll walk this road with steady light, No need to rush, no need to fight. The mirror shows the years gone by, But I see love in these lines...