Empty Hands

Butterfly Division

You can build your towers high into the sky,
Polish every dream until it shines.
But the wind reminds the tallest walls of time,
And the dust will take what pride defines.

Gold fades, names fall from the stone,
Every road we walk we walk alone.

So be humble while your heart still beats,
Walk gentle on the ground beneath your feet.
No crown survives the closing of the day,
No riches follow when we fade away.
We all arrive with empty hands the same,
And empty hands are how we leave again.

You might wear a suit or broken shoes,
Different paths beneath the sun.
But the sky looks down the same on me and you,
And the race of life is never truly won.

Kindness is the only thing that stays,
Long after all our pride decays.

So be humble while your heart still beats,
Walk gentle on the ground beneath your feet.
No crown survives the closing of the day,
No riches follow when we fade away.
We all arrive with empty hands the same,
And empty hands are how we leave again.

One breath, one life, one fleeting flame,
The dirt doesn’t care about your name.
What you give will echo through the years,
More than all your titles, gold, or fears.

So be humble while your heart still beats,
Leave kindness in the lives you meet.
No throne outlives the quiet grave,
No treasure crosses that final wave.
We all arrive with empty hands the same,
And empty hands are how we leave again.