The Legend of Cillian (40 Years)

[Verse 1]
Cillian came through the same front door
Every morning before the sun rose high
Forty years of turning the same key
Watching seasons through the same window glass
The desk wore down beneath his hands

[Verse 2]
We gathered round at half-past twelve
Shared our bread and our complaints
He listened like a man who'd heard it all
Nodded slowly when the young ones spoke
Knew which battles mattered most

[Chorus]
Raise a glass to the miles he walked
Down familiar corridors
To the laughter in the breakroom
The weight he carried without fuss
To the road that waits ahead
Still unfolding

[Verse 3]
He fixed what broke without complaint
Steadied nerves when deadlines loomed
Remembered names of children he'd never met
Kept a photograph from nineteen-eighty-four
Tucked where only he could see

[Chorus]
Raise a glass to the miles he walked
Down familiar corridors
To the laughter in the breakroom
The weight he carried without fuss
To the road that waits ahead
Still unfolding

[Bridge]
The building will stand tomorrow
Someone else will take that chair
But the space he leaves behind
Won't be filled the same way twice

[Outro]
So we send him off in style tonight
With stories he's too humble to tell
The door swings open one last time
(One last time)
And he steps into the evening air
Free at last