When the morning comes, open the door and smile. There's still a road before us, and there's still a child inside. We've carried heavy days, we've walked through rain and fire, but somehow, after all these years, the heart still knows desire. So take my hand. Come walk with me. We'll work. We'll laugh. We'll sing. We'll dream. Not because the world is perfect, but because we're still alive. And God is in every step, in every breath, in every sunrise. You are the child of survivors. You carry their courage. You carry their love. You carry their light. So don't be afraid. Look at the sky. It's still there. And look at the people beside you. They're still here too. This world is yours. This world is mine. This world belongs to every heart that still knows how to smile. So let the child inside you come out and play. Run into the morning. Laugh beneath the sun. Take the hand beside you. We're not alone. We are still here. We are still one. Children of survivors. Children of light. And tomorrow morning, we'll rise... **and smile.**
