Two Days

We get two days in this life.
The day we're born, the day we go.
Everything else is the time between, every hour, every high and low.
We wake up every single morning.
We close our eyes again at night.
And all the simple things we do
fill that space with love.
Every day is a gift.
Some hard, some soft, some bright.
We meet people who touch our hearts.
Some go, but they stay inside.
Every choice makes who we are, little by little, day by day.
And happiness isn't far away.
It's in the small things every day.
We face hard days and we get stronger.
We laugh, we cry, we learn, we grow.
No day comes back the same way twice, so we hold it close before we let it go.
We meet people along the road.
Some stay for years, some just a while.
Every one of them means something.
A lesson, a memory, or a smile.
Two days already written. The start and the end, we don't choose those.
But everything in between is ours.
That's the only part that's truly close.
Every day is a gift. Some hard, some soft, some bright.
We meet people who touch our hearts.
Some go, but they stay inside.
Every choice makes who we are, little by little, day by day.
And happiness isn't far away.
It's in the small things every day.