The Script

[Verse 1]
Life’s not a story you read from a page,
It’s a play that you write on a living stage.
Every choice you make, a new line you cast,
Melding your past with your future so fast.

[Chorus]
Don't search for a meaning, just make it your own,
A drop in an ocean, a universe grown.
Your small actions ripple, they travel through time,
Reaching far distant shores with a reason and rhyme.

[Verse 2]
Your past is a memory, your future a dream,
But reality’s living right here, it would seem.
Suffering won’t make you special or strong,
But the wisdom you find as you're moving along.

[Chorus]
Don't search for a meaning, just make it your own,
A drop in an ocean, a universe grown.
Your small actions ripple, they travel through time,
Reaching far distant shores with a reason and rhyme.

[Bridge]
The truth isn’t what you know, but how you live,
And the endless compassion you're willing to give.
For everyone you meet, a battle they face,
So be kind not for them, but for your own human grace.

[Outro]
Your life is your argument,
Your final and true testament.
Your argument in the face of forever,
A beautiful play you create, now and ever.