In a town where clocks ticked without end,
no one could bring their stories to mend.
Books with no last page, towers half-raised,
hearts full of starts—but never appraised.
Then came Gregorio, quiet and wise,
with a gift few could recognize:
to finish what others left behind,
not for glory—but peace of mind.
'Cause an ending’s not where hope runs dry—
it’s the spark that lights
the next “hello” in the sky.
Every goodbye builds a bridge unseen,
and every closure plants a dream.
The mayor begged, “Please help us now—
our people start, but don’t know how
to cross that line, to say ‘it’s done.’
We’re drowning in things left undone.”
But the real foe wasn’t lack of time—
it was fear dressed up as “not good enough.”
Fear of failing, fear of fame,
fear of changing their own name.
'Cause an ending’s not where hope runs dry—
it’s the quiet strength that teaches us to fly.
Every project brought to its close
is a seed that in tomorrow grows.
And when the town learned how to end,
Gregorio knew it was time to bend
his path elsewhere—with heart full and true:
his work was done… so new dreams could bloom.