All the Little Nothings

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[Verse 1]
A little chance rolls out a universe,
A drifting universe hums into life,
A flicker of life falls into dying,
A passing death sets evolution bright.
Evolution stumbles into people,
People in the shadows start a war,
War lifts up a paper hero’s story,
The story builds a kingdom’s painted door.
A fragile kingdom ripens into fables,
Fables turn to history in a line,
History grows a restless kind of city,
And cities spin a world that thinks it’s fine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Round and around— we stack what we’ve found—
Sand upon sand ‘til the castles fall down.

[Chorus]
All the little nothings piling into meaning,
All the precious meanings fading into air.
The world goes blowing by just like a whisper,
And a single petal still is hanging there.

[Verse 2]
A quiet daydream deepens into silence,
Silence turns a loner into thought,
Thought drifts out and blossoms as a love song,
A trembling love song comforts what it ought.
Comfort melts and shivers into longing,
Longing paints a lantern made of lies,
Lantern light becomes a scrap of courage,
Courage chases trophies in the skies.
Trophies lose their shine and call it freedom,
Freedom thins to hollow, soft and blue,
Hollow breaks and trickles into sorrow,
Sorrow wanders lonely, finding you.
Wandering into crossing paths and faces,
Faces weave a thread the heart can trust,
Threads entwine and gently build a family—
A circle drawn in ordinary dust.

[Chorus]
All the little nothings piling into meaning,
All the precious meanings fading into air.
The world goes blowing by just like a whisper,
And a single petal still is hanging there.

[Bridge]
Count the gifts you never knew you carried,
Hands come empty, somehow leave a trace.
All our golden labels fall and scatter—
Only one small tear, one open space.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
All the little nothings— thank you for the morning,
All the cherished somethings— softly, let them go.
We end up with empty hands and open pockets,
And a quiet tear that learns to glow.
All the little nothings— thank you for the morning… (fade)