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Like Sunshine on Sunday Mornings 
©Schantell Wharton 

Verse 1
 It was a cold midnight, rain tapping on the glass,
 I saw your eyes glisten, knew this pain wouldn’t last.
 We were tangled in heartaches, fighting storms in our soul,
 Yet in your soft-spoken whisper, I found a brand-new goal.
 “You and I, we’ll weather it,” you said with a gentle smile,
 In that tender moment, love made every trial worthwhile.

Pre-Chorus
 Every tear became a stepping stone, every scar a piece of art,
 In the depths of our struggles, we discovered the beating of our heart.
 “Take my hand,” I murmured, “let’s leave the darkness far behind,”
 In your eyes I saw tomorrow—hope in every line.

Chorus
 Like sunshine on Sunday mornings, you light up my soul,
 Turning heartbreak into a canvas where we both are whole.
 In the midst of all our battles, your smile is my guide,
 A beacon in the shadows, where our love will always reside.
 Like sunshine on Sunday mornings, darling,  Like sunshine on Sunday mornings,

Verse 2
 There were days the world felt heavy, every step a fight,
 Lost in endless conversations with our doubts in the night.
 But your laughter broke the silence like a sweet, forgiving song,
 Proving that even in despair, together we belong.
 We whispered about our sorrows, shared secrets in the dark,
 Finding solace in each other, igniting hope with every spark.
 “Do you believe in brighter days?” I’d ask, seeking something true,
 And you’d reply, “Every sunrise is a promise, shining just for me and you.”

Bridge
 When life’s storms try to dim our inner flame,
 I’ll be your shelter; you’ll be the melody calling my name.
 Dancing through the chaos in a rhythm so divine,
 Every heartbeat tells our story, every moment intertwines.
 Our struggles are the roots from which our love grows deep and free,
 A testament to our strength—a forever, wild symphony.

Chorus/Outro
Like sunshine on Sunday mornings,