For Hearts That Keep Beating

For those who carry on!

Come closer, you travelers through this wild life,
With your jokes, your heartbreak, your dreams, and your strife.
We’re here for a moment, just a blink, just a breath,
Born with love in our hearts, marching closer to death.

We start out bold, full of hope and plans,
Tripping through life like we’re learning to dance.
One cracks a joke, another starts a fight,
One stays up working, another sleeps all night.
A kid shouts, “Watch me!” as they leap for the sky,
While their grandparents wonder, “Where’d the years fly by?”

We reach for the stars but fear what’s below,
We curse the unknown, then beg it to show.
Oh, what is life but a wild contradiction?
We’re messy and glorious, a perfect imperfection.

Still, my friend, there’s no escape from pain—
A mother cries; her child won’t come home again.
A lover waits, but the call never comes,
A dream gets lost before it’s begun.
And yet we rise, though broken and worn,
Carrying scars from the day we were born.

The years will steal the strength in our hands,
But maybe our hearts will still understand:
Even stone turns to dust, even mountains fade,
And every clock will strike its final shade.

But here we are, alive and still here,
Fighting back doubt, holding back fear.
We leave our mark—tiny, but bright—
Graffiti on the walls of endless night.

What keeps us going? What pulls us through?
The promise of love, of something true.
To love, to lose, to learn to let go,
To find that pain makes joy matter more so.

So laugh when you can, let the tears fall too,
They’re both just rivers flowing through you.
And when the sun sets, and the stars appear,
Hold tight to the people who are still here.

Don’t let anyone leave without knowing you care,
And don’t give up on dreams—they’re still out there.
Though time may scatter us like leaves in the breeze,
The fire we light will stay, even as we freeze.

Raise a glass, let’s toast this fragile thread:
To love, to life, to the days still ahead.
And if you feel lost, like nothing remains,
Remember: every loss leaves something that sustains.

Because even when life tears us apart,
We carry its echoes, heart to heart.