The Rising Sun

Why do you hold the yesterday that's passed,
A broken scene, a shadow meant to last?
Look up, dear one, and see the morning bright,
A brand-new day awaits to fill with light.
Look up, look up, the world has not moved on,
But waits for you to join the coming dawn.

A gentle breeze now whispers through the trees,
A different song, to set your soul at ease.
A new horizon paints the sky with gold,
A story yet for you to now unfold.
The morning mist, so fresh and soft and pale,
Will lift the veil from your unfinished tale.
Let go the tears that stained a different time,
Embrace this rhythm, this new, hopeful rhyme.
For in this light, the world begins anew,
A canvas waiting, painted just for you.

No yesterday can hold you in its grip,
So let a smile touch your hesitant lip.
Release the burden, heavy on your soul,
And let this rising sun now make you whole.