Chiaravita, Chiaravita Grateful

I used to count the things I lost
Measure my life by empty spaces
I chased the echoes of applause
Forgot the quiet, sacred places

Now I understand the hidden art
The language written in the scars
Every ending shaped my heart
Every shadow revealed the stars

I am grateful for the roads that broke me
For the storms that taught me how to stand
For the hands that never let me fall
For the lessons written in the sand

I don't need a crown, I don't need a name
I found the wealth beyond the flame
The greatest treasures I have known
Were never things I could own

I thank the silence for the wisdom
The darkness for the light it gave
The failures for the vision
The wounds that taught me to be brave

Every soul I met became a chapter
Every goodbye became a guide
Every tear became a river
That carried me to the other side

I am grateful for the moments unseen
For the miracles hiding between
For the breath inside my lungs tonight
For the chance to rewrite my life

No gold can measure what I feel
No words can capture what is real
I walk with peace inside my heart
Knowing every journey had a part

So I raise my voice not for glory
Not for the world to remember my name
But to honor the beautiful story
That was written through joy and pain

I am grateful
For all I became
I am grateful
For every yesterday