When Your Day Will Come
There will be a day, bright and clear,
When all your doubts will disappear.
The road you’ve walked, rough and long,
Will hum your name like a victory song.
The doors that shut in yesterday’s rain
Will open wide, forgetting your pain.
The seeds you planted, lost from sight,
Will rise in glory, bathed in light.
The whispers that mocked, the hands that turned,
Will watch in awe as tables burn.
Not in anger, nor in spite,
But in justice, bold and right.
So hold your ground, endure the test,
Each struggle shapes you for the best.
For when your day will come to shine,
The stars themselves will bow in line.
The doors once locked, the voices stern,
Will watch in silence as tides will turn.
Not by chance, nor fate alone,
But by the seeds of strength you've sown.
The hands that pushed, the hearts that lied,
Will shrink before your steady stride.
Not in anger, not in hate,
But by the weight of time and fate.
For mountains bow to those who climb,
Who hold their hope through trial and time.
Your dawn will break, your song will rise,
Like golden fire in endless skies.
So wait, endure, and walk the mile,
For storms must rage before they smile.
Each wound, each scar, each bitter test,
Prepares the way for what comes next.
No fear, no doubt, just faith and will,
For destiny is waiting still.
And when your day at last appears,
It will outshine the wasted years.
Then all the world will stand and see,
What strength was born from misery.
The one they doubted, lost and small,
Will stand in light above them all.
When all your doubts will disappear.
The road you’ve walked, rough and long,
Will hum your name like a victory song.
The doors that shut in yesterday’s rain
Will open wide, forgetting your pain.
The seeds you planted, lost from sight,
Will rise in glory, bathed in light.
The whispers that mocked, the hands that turned,
Will watch in awe as tables burn.
Not in anger, nor in spite,
But in justice, bold and right.
So hold your ground, endure the test,
Each struggle shapes you for the best.
For when your day will come to shine,
The stars themselves will bow in line.
The doors once locked, the voices stern,
Will watch in silence as tides will turn.
Not by chance, nor fate alone,
But by the seeds of strength you've sown.
The hands that pushed, the hearts that lied,
Will shrink before your steady stride.
Not in anger, not in hate,
But by the weight of time and fate.
For mountains bow to those who climb,
Who hold their hope through trial and time.
Your dawn will break, your song will rise,
Like golden fire in endless skies.
So wait, endure, and walk the mile,
For storms must rage before they smile.
Each wound, each scar, each bitter test,
Prepares the way for what comes next.
No fear, no doubt, just faith and will,
For destiny is waiting still.
And when your day at last appears,
It will outshine the wasted years.
Then all the world will stand and see,
What strength was born from misery.
The one they doubted, lost and small,
Will stand in light above them all.
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