Lyrics

Pages Left to Write
by Yves Stilmant © 2025

Verse 1a
I used to move like the wind through the pines
Workin' long hours, never watched the time
Built a house, raised a name, raised two girls and a son
Now I watch from the porch as they all run
Verse 1b
My hands don't grip like they used to do
My knees creak loud when I tie my shoe
I stumble more, and I sleep in shifts
Each day I wake feels like a gift
Pre-Chorus
But don't mistake this slowing down
For givin' up or layin' down
There's fire still flickerin' deep inside
And pages I've still yet to write
Chorus
I ain't done just 'cause I need a hand
Still got a story you might understand
Yeah, I've been wrong more than I've been right
But wisdom's born from those long nights
So lean on me, like I leaned on time
I may be old, but my heart still climbs
And if you're listenin' past my quiet side
You'll hear the pages I've yet to write
Verse 2a
I've fought the dark when it crept in slow
That silent ache only old men know
Where purpose fades and pride turns thin
And you wonder where you've really been
Verse 2b
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the way
Like my best words have slipped away
But then I catch a grandchild's eyes
And I know I'm still someone in their sky
Pre-Chorus
Don't count me out, don't turn the page
I've got a heart full of honest age
Still learning how to hold the light
Still got these pages left to write
Chorus
I ain't done just 'cause I can't drive far
Still dreamin' under the same old stars
I've made peace with what I can't fight
But I'm not done shining in this life
So lean on me, like I leaned on time
I may be slow, but my words still climb
And if you're listenin' through the quiet night
You'll hear the pages I've yet to write
Bridge
Mistakes were teachers, pain was proof
But failure carved the deepest truth
I am these scars, I am this grace
I found myself when I lost the race
I don't need medals, I don't need praise
Just a hand to hold on the harder days

Final Chorus
I ain't done just 'cause the mirror changed
Still got some wisdom I can't explain
Not every mile needs a run
Some are meant to be passed on
So lean on me, and I'll give you light
With every word from a gentler fight
I'm still here -- steady, warm, and quiet
Turning pages I've yet to write