Who Said It Was Simple?
Who said it was simple to face the day,
To rise and greet the morning’s gray?
Who said it was simple to wear a smile,
When heart and soul are stretched a mile?
Who said it was simple to lend a hand,
To hope for justice and love to stand?
Who said it was simple to breathe and be,
When truth and lies surround the free?
Yet simple lies in each small choice,
In every whispered, hopeful voice.
In hearts that dare to face the fight,
And hold to love with all their might.
So, who said it was simple? No, not I,
But in each struggle, we touch the sky.
For in complexity, we find our way,
Through every dark and dawning day.
