The doctor used a soft voice and a word I made him spellAnd I drove home past the mango tree I planted by the wellThat's the deal you sign the day you choose to loveYou build a house you might not get to live enoughI count the years like coins and I know they're running lowSo I'm planting every seed in every row I'll never knowWhat I leaveIs not the gold, it's the grainThe way I carried weight without complaintWhat I leave is a door, and your name already on itA way out of the hard I had, already paid and litLá rụng về cộiThe leaf comes home to the rootI tied a letter to the mango branch the morning that I knewAnd everything I built was just a longer way to sayI loved you before I met you, and I'll love you when I'm clayDon't cry too long, just carry it, that's all I ever needA little of my stubbornness, a little of my creedTell the ones who come after that a man once held the lineSo they could have the easy that was never going to be mineI am not afraid of leaving if the leaving plants a treeThe shade I'll never sit in is the proof that I was meWhat I leaveIs not the gold, it's the grainThe way I carried weight without complaintWhat I leave is a door, and your name already on it
