You don’t have to chase the sky,
the sun still rises where you lie.
It wraps you soft in golden thread,
and warms the thoughts inside your head.

You deserve the morning’s grace,
the kind that finds your quiet place.
A whispered breeze, a steady glow,
a peace the world forgot to show.

Not for deeds or battles won,
not for all the things you’ve done.
But simply for the breath you take,
the way your heart refuses to break.

You deserve the love that stays,
that walks with you through cloudy days.
A light that doesn’t burn or blind,
but rests like kindness in your mind.

So let the gentle morning prove—
you’re worthy just because you move.
You are the reason soft feels right.
You are the warmth. You are the light.