When "You" Happen...

There are so many names in history books
Some are there for brilliance, some for looks.
The good, the bad, the ugly…
Just about any life tells a story…


You wonder who documents yours…
Whose hand tallies all your scores?
Do you just go by unnoticed?
Are you even part of any list?

I do know you are as important as the next guy.
It matters that you too hurt, that you also cry…
But to whom it matters, is what matters the most…
He should take note of every truth, every lie, every breath in every post.

You happen in levels, gradients and details...
You happen in every heartbeat, every memory that prevails.
You happen every second, every minute, every hour
You wonder where you get your strength, your power…

But when do “you” really happen?
In a world that’s badly misshapen?

It’s when you know how to use your heart, your hand and give
It’s when you tell your soul, your spirit to live
It’s when you will your eyes, your mind to see the truth…
It’s when you learn from mistakes you made in your youth…

You happen when you care enough to try
You happen when you want to help make others fly…
You happen when you’re willing to give up your dreams
For something worth and bigger than it seems…
And you do this amidst deafening screams…
Your heart feels light, and suddenly… it beams…

In the corner of your eye, you see you…
The you that you’ve been wanting to come home to…
In the corner of your eye, you recognize
The you that you can never ever disguise…

Ah, the wonderful doors a single soul can open…
Even the toughest fists will eventually soften…
When you step up every so often…
That, my friend, is when you happen.