You are my sunshine, my gentle light,
The warmth that holds me through the night.
When skies are heavy, and shadows fall,
Your voice, your smile, it breaks them all.
But clouds will gather, and time may fade,
The golden hues begin to shade.
Yet in my heart, you'll always stay,
My sunshine bright, my brightest day.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 8:18 PM UTC
You are my sunshine, my gentle light,
The warmth that holds me through the night.
When skies are heavy, and shadows fall,
Your voice, your smile, it breaks them all.
But clouds will gather, and time may fade,
The golden hues begin to shade.
Yet in my heart, you'll always stay,
My sunshine bright, my brightest day.
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