“Counting to Zero”
You can do everything…
And it still counts to zero.
You can be everything…
And somehow, you’re still absent.
You can pour your sweat into the soil,
And watch nothing grow but silence.
You can give your all
And still be told, “You didn’t do enough.”
You can light up rooms till your flame burns out,
And still walk home in the dark.
You can speak truth with trembling lips,
And still, they’ll hear only the noise.
You can love so loud it echoes,
And still feel like no one heard a thing.
You can climb every mountain they set before you
And when you reach the top,
They’ll move the finish line.
But listen…
Sometimes the world only claps for the shiny,
Not the steady.
They praise the storm,
And forget the rain that made the green.
So yeah , your name might never make the walls,
Your effort might fade in their silence
But don’t let that kill your fire.
’Cause even when no one sees the seed,
It’s still breaking itself open underground,
Still growing, still believing,
Still becoming.
You can do everything
And it may still count to zero.
But remember
Zero is just the start of infinity.
