They say success wears a tailored suit, a corner office with a better view. • A shiny trophy on a crowded shelf, but I've learned to measure it for myself. • I've walked through storms without a hand, learned to stand when I could barely stand. • No marching band, no neon lights, just faith that morning follows night. • Everybody's painting pictures, saying what my life should be. • But I finally found the freedom in seeing what I see. • Like art, beauty's in the eye of the beholder, and maybe success is too. • The world's got a million definitions, but I get to choose. • If I can lift one heart that's breaking, help somebody make it through, • then every mile was worth the walking, every dream I carried through. • I don't need the whole world clapping, to know my story's true. • 'Cause I'm the one who's holding the brush... I'm the beholder too. • Maybe your riches are little hands, running barefoot across the land. • Maybe it's building something small, that changes someone after all. • Maybe it's writing songs at night, giving one lost soul a little light. • Maybe success ain't fame or gold, maybe it's simply growing old... • Knowing you loved with everything, and left this world a better thing. • No two sunsets paint the same sky, no two hearts beat the same way. • Why should we all chase one finish line, when we're writing our own page? • So I'll keep showing up tomorrow, with hope instead of fear. • If one more person smiles because I cared, then I know why I'm here. • I won't spend my life chasing shadows someone else called truth. • If I can leave this world a little kinder, than the day I wandered through, • then I've already found my fortune — it was never something I could lose. • No, I don't need the whole world cheering, to know I've made it through. • The masterpiece is still unfolding... and I'm the beholder too. • So paint your life in your own colours, don't let anybody choose. • The truest measure of success... is the one that's true to you. • They say success wears a tailored suit, a corner office with a better view. • A shiny trophy on a crowded shelf, but I've learned to measure it for myself. • I've walked through storms without a hand, learned to stand when I could barely stand. • No marching band, no neon lights, just faith that morning follows night. • Everybody's painting pictures, saying what my life should be. • But I finally found the freedom in seeing what I see. • Like art, beauty's in the eye of the beholder, and maybe success is too. • The world's got a million definitions, but I get to choose. • If I can lift one heart that's breaking, help somebody make it through, • then every mile was worth the walking, every dream I carried through. • I don't need the whole world clapping, to know my story's true. • 'Cause I'm the one who's holding the brush... I'm the beholder too. • Maybe your riches are little hands, running barefoot across the land. • Maybe it's building something small, that changes someone after all. • Maybe it's writing songs at night, giving one lost soul a little light. • Maybe success ain't fame or gold, maybe it's simply growing old... • Knowing you loved with everything, and left this world a better thing. • No two sunsets paint the same sky, no two hearts beat the same way. • Why should we all chase one finish line, when we're writing our own page? • So I'll keep showing up tomorrow, with hope instead of fear. • If one more person smiles because I cared, then I know why I'm here. • I won't spend my life chasing shadows someone else called truth. • If I can leave this world a little kinder, than the day I wandered through, • then I've already found my fortune — it was never something I could lose. • No, I don't need the whole world cheering, to know I've made it through. • The masterpiece is still unfolding... and I'm the beholder too. • So paint your life in your own colours, don't let anybody choose. • The truest measure of success... is the one that's true to you. •
