The morning failed to lift the weary air
Its light too thin to comfort or repair
I walked in shadows far too dark to bear
My steps too slow to feel the world was fair
Then came your voice—a sunrise breaking through
A gentle tone that colored every view
The warmth returned where night had left its blue
And joy resurfaced where I never knew
Your laughter shaped the day with golden ease
It softened edges carved by memories
In every word you spoke I found the keys
To doors that once were locked by tragedies
So speak again when dawn forgets its hue
When morning falters lost in shades of blue
For every time your voice reaches my side
A brand-new day awakens deep inside