Each New Day

Each new day is a whisper from the sky,

A promise painted bold across the light.

The sunrise pours its golden hue,

A tender brushstroke made for me and you.

We hold the brush with trembling hands,

But every stroke is ours to plan.

Another canvas, fresh and wide,

A brand-new dream we get to try.

With every dawn, a love begins,

Wrapped in hope and soft new winds.

So take my hand — let’s color the skies,

With the fire in our hearts and stars in our eyes.

At twilight, when the day is nearly done,

The sunset tells us what we’ve both become.

A masterpiece in amber tones,

Of all the ways we’ve grown and known.

The night will fall, but don’t despair,

Tomorrow waits with open air.

Another canvas, fresh and wide,

A brand-new dream we get to try.

With every dawn, a love begins,

Wrapped in hope and soft new winds.

So take my hand — let’s color the skies,

With the fire in our hearts and stars in our eyes.

Even storms can blur the view,

But the morning light will shine us through.

No mistake can steal the chance —

To paint again, to love, to dance.

Another canvas, fresh and wide,

Another dream, another stride.

So meet me where the sunlight bends,

Where every day, our love begins.