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Dimming Light - Brynner W. M. (Official Lyric Video)

Inspired by: "The Last Leaf" by William Sydney Porter Composed by Brynner W. Masillem A Song from the Album: The Song that Stays. Album Out Now. Available on Spotify, Youtube Music, iTunes, Apple Music and other major streaming platforms. Story: “An artist devotes his fading strength to bring light back into a woman’s darkened world. As she loses faith, he pours his soul into his final painting, using his art and love to restore her hope. Though his life quietly wanes, his creation becomes her new beginning—proof that even in loss, giving can spark life anew.” Lyrics: The rain, trickling, whispers through the glass Dreams quietly fade as the hours pass. She stares at her window like a dying vine, She counts the falling leaves like borrowed time. I've painted in the shadows to hide my hands, Been fighting to give what hope demands. 'Cause she believed the storm decides her fate, But I can’t bear to watch her suffocate. If colors heal then I would paint the dawn, If faith could live even when breath is gone. Each hue I'll give with the tears I 'll leave to dry, To paint her the wings she needed to fly. One color stayed when the world turned gray, One candlelight refused to sway. Hope can cling when strength is low, Sometimes love’s the art we show. If I must fall so she can rise, Let my colors light her skies. When a dimming light still choose to give, It’s the dying who gives us the will to live. Morning came and her blinds were drawn, She smiled again for the pain was gone. Weak, I felt the cold beneath my skin, But a certain peace bloomed silently within. No one saw the price that was paid, The brush stopped moving, a mural stayed. On her wall, a figure in a beautiful cloudy sky, It made her heart ache but she doesn't know why If colors heal then I would paint the dawn, If faith could live even when breath is gone. Each hue I'll give with the tears I 'll leave to dry, To paint her the wings she needed to fly. One color stayed when the world turned gray, One candlelight refused to sway. Hope can cling when strength is low, Sometimes love’s the art we show. If I must fall so she can rise, Let my colors light her skies. When a dimming light still choose to give, It’s the dying who gives us the will to live. One color stayed when the world turned gray, One candlelight refused to sway. Hope can cling when strength is low, Sometimes love’s the art we show. If I must fall so she can rise, Let my colors light her skies. When a dimming light still choose to give, It’s the dying who gives us the will to live. A brush and a soul both fading away, Chose one smile to stay. In every ending, there is a start, And in every brush stroke, a beating heart. If my hand’s last mark could heal, Let it tell the world what words conceal. Life’s not kept by breath alone, But by the hope that others own. If I must fall so she can rise, Let my colors light her skies. When a dimming light still choose to give, It’s the dying who gives us the will to live. Moral: "True love and hope often shine brightest in sacrifice. Even as life fades, giving light, color, or comfort to another gives meaning that outlives the giver. The song reminds us that love’s greatest art is selfless — that healing, hope, and beauty can be born from loss, and that those who give their last light teach others how to live."