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When Nineteen Keeps Calling (Hopeful Version) by bvp

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When Nineteen Keeps Calling (Hopeful Version)

Indie

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They taught me how to count the days, But you taught me how to make them shine.
There′s a quiet faith in my chest, It′s called a memory of you.
I learned to speak in gentle things, The way streetlamps bless the rain,
The hush between the last laugh And the promise of tomorrow.
We lived like dreams that dared to breathe, Wild, fearless, true,
And the map of tomorrow you left in my hands Still guides me, even with pages missing.
I walk through the hours to feel your light, To remember the way your smile shaped the world.
They say time takes the pain away, But it also makes love clearer.
If all I ever dream′s let them be holy, I′ll carry your name until morning.
If silence builds a wall between us, I′ll turn silence into a door.
I′d rather knock a thousand times than forget the voice that gave me hope.
It was a night that changed the stars, A single crack in our sky,
Yet even as it scattered us apart, I found the strength to fly.
You gave me love that still lingers in echoes, And songs that lift instead of break.
I still find you in the kindness of strangers, In sunlight that stays a little too long,
In melodies that turn sorrow into grace. The world moves on, and I move with it, carrying you.
If all I ever dream′s let them be holy, I′ll carry your name until morning.
If silence builds a wall between us, I′ll turn silence into a door.
I′d rather knock a thousand times than forget the voice that gave me hope.
They say wisdom follows sorrow, But wisdom also carries light.
Love is not lost, it′s the breath that still lingers, The proof that we live.
To forgive is freedom, To remember is love,
So I hold the ache as a gift.
I keep a drawer of unsent letters, But they remind me I once had wings.
At night I sail them like paper boats, And dawn brings me peace,
Not just the ache.
If all I ever dream′s let them be holy, I′ll carry your name until morning.
If silence builds a wall between us, I′ll turn silence into a door.
I′d rather knock a thousand times than forget the voice that gave me hope.
They say beginnings teach, endings refine.
If love is a doorway, then it never truly closes.
Scars are not failures, but proof of having burned bright.
So if you dream of me, meet me there, Where 19 still shines like an unspent prayer.