Pages of life

Woke up with the sun in my eyes,

Another chapter, another try.

Coffee’s cold but I still smile,

Been walking this road for a while.

Life’s not a race, it’s a quiet song,

Some days right, some days wrong.

Every scar, every tear we hide —

Just ink on the pages of life.

People come, and some just go,

Lessons written in winds that blow.

Hearts break, then somehow mend,

And every loss becomes a friend.

Time moves like a melody slow,

Teaching us what we don’t know.

Even pain plays its part,

Strumming chords inside the heart.

Life’s not a race, it’s a quiet song,

Some days right, some days wrong.

Every scar, every tear we hide —

Just ink on the pages of life.

So I’ll breathe, and I’ll let it be,

Write my story patiently.

In the silence, in the strife —

I’m still singing the song of life.