Cloudy Days

(Verse 1)
The golden light, it paints the day
A perfect blue, a vibrant sky
You walk along the sunlit way
With laughter dancing in your eye
The world feels open, warm, and true
Each moment sparkling, fresh and free
A thousand happy dreams break through
As far as your own eyes can see


(Pre-Chorus)
But listen close, a gentle shift
A whisper on the passing breeze
A tiny cloud, a subtle drift
Among the comfort of the trees


(Chorus)
No matter how many sunny days
You've bathed beneath the blue
The cloudy days, the misty haze
Are waiting there for you.
So be ready, be ready, strong and wise
When shadows start to creep
Through the veil of weeping skies
Your inner strength to keep.


(Verse 2)
When the light retreats, the chill descends
And doubt might whisper in your ear
When every path abruptly bends
And worries suddenly appear
The colors fade to shades of gray
The a
The world feels heavy, cold, and slow
It's hard to find your bearing, stay
When winds of challenge start to blow


(Pre-Chorus)
But remember this, with every breath
The sun still waits beyond the gray
Life isn't measured by a single death
But how you face each passing day.


(Chorus)
No matter how many sunny days
You've bathed beneath the blue
The cloudy days, the misty haze
Are waiting there for you.
So be ready, be ready, strong and wise
When shadows start to creep
Through the veil of weeping skies
Your inner strength to keep.


(Bridge)
It's not just an umbrella you hold
Or a coat against the chilling wind
It's the spirit within, brave and bold
The lessons learned, the roots you've pinned.
It's knowing that cycles turn and turn
That strength is forged in the deepest night
And from the darkness, you will learn
To find your own enduring light.


(Chorus)
No matter how many sunny days
You've bathed beneath the blue
The cloudy days, the misty haze
Are waiting there for you.
So be ready, be ready, strong and wise
When shadows start to creep
Through the veil of weeping skies
Your inner strength to keep.


(Outro)
Oh, be ready... when the clouds roll in...
Be ready... for the journey within...
The sun will return, but until then...
Be ready... my friend... be ready.


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