Chapter 02 · 2 min 31 sec
Built on Love
The only architecture that truly holds — everything real, everything lasting, is built from this one material.
Lyric Video
Lyric Video
Lyrics· 235 words
In the glow of the city, hand in hand we stand, those in dreams together, it's our promise land, with every laugh and every tear we lay our stone, two hearts in its wine for forever we have grown. Together we lie, gliding by love's grace, and every challenge we find our place. Together we're unstoppable, we shine so bright, with love as our anger we're ready to fight. In this life we build one lover alone, with family around us, this love is all. The two little voices, all of echo's clear, teaching them values, keeping them up on near, family gatherings, life to felt the air, respect and kindness, a legacy we share, for the stones we've weathered, stronger we'll be, compassion or compass leading us free. Together we're unstoppable, we shine so bright, with love as our anger we're ready to fight. In this life we've built one lover alone, with family around us, this love is all. So here's to the journey, side by side we'll roam. In a world full of love we've made it our own. Together we're unstoppable, we shine so bright, with love as our anger we're ready to fight. In this life we've built one lover alone, with family around us, this love is all. So here's to the journey, side by side we'll roam. In a world full of love we've made it our own.
Short Story
*A story about the one material that truly lasts*
When the earthquake damaged half the houses on their street, the Fonseca family's small home was one of the few left standing without a single crack.
"How did your house survive when ours didn't?" the neighbor's son asked, genuinely puzzled, since the houses looked, from the outside, almost identical.
Old Senhor Fonseca, who had built the house himself forty years earlier, took the boy down to the foundation, half-exposed where the earth had shifted around it. "Look here," he said, pointing at the deep, carefully laid stone. "When I built this house, everyone told me I was spending too much time and money on a foundation nobody would ever see. They wanted to see the pretty walls go up fast."
"But you didn't rush it."
"I didn't rush it," he agreed, "because I understood something most builders my age didn't yet understand: nobody ever falls in love with a foundation. But everything you actually love — the walls, the roof, the rooms where your children grow up — all of it depends entirely on what's buried out of sight, holding the weight nobody sees being held."
The boy looked at his own family's cracked house down the street, and back at the Fonseca foundation, deep and solid beneath the ordinary-looking walls above it.
"Is this why your family seems so steady, too?" he asked, surprising himself with the question. "Not just the house. All of you."
Senhor Fonseca smiled, understanding exactly what the boy meant. "The same principle holds for people as for houses," he said. "Everything that lasts — a family, a friendship, a marriage — is built on something underneath the visible parts, something most people don't bother laying carefully because it doesn't show right away. But when the ground shakes, as it eventually does for everyone, that's the only thing that decides what stands and what falls."
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*Whatever lasts in this life — homes, families, the people we love — is built on a foundation that rarely gets admired while it's being laid. But it's the only thing standing when the ground finally shakes.*
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