If I promise you another day,
Would it hold sunshine, or shadows gray?
A chance to laugh, a tear to dry,
Or simply a beat, as moments fly?

Can promises mend a broken wing,
Or ease the ache a sorrow may bring?
The future's a canvas, yet to unfold,
A mystery whispered, never quite told.

But trust, like a seed, in your heart may take root,
And bloom with hope, bearing precious fruit.
For even in darkness, a promise can gleam,
A whisper of dawn, a future's bright dream.
if I Promise You Another Day