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.