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Verse 1:
In the morning light, with the sun's gentle rays,
I pick up my pencil to capture the days.
Sketching lines of memories, each moment in sight,
In the quiet of dawn, where dreams take flight.
Pre-Chorus:
With every curve and every shade,
I find myself in the drawings made.
A portrait of life, in black and in white,
In the canvas of days, where emotions ignite.
Chorus:
These drawing days, where time stands still,
Capturing life with every stroke and skill.
Through paper and ink, the stories unfold,
In sketches of silver and moments of gold.
Verse 2:
From city streets bustling with life's busy pace,
To tranquil meadows where nature finds its place.
Each stroke of the pencil, a tale to be told,
Of laughter and tears, of young and old.
Pre-Chorus:
With every curve and every shade,
I find myself in the drawings made.
A portrait of life, in black and in white,
In the canvas of days, where emotions ignite.
Chorus:
These drawing days, where time stands still,
Capturing life with every stroke and skill.
Through paper and ink, the stories unfold,
In sketches of silver and moments of gold.
Verse 3:
From the sketchbooks filled with journeys untold,
To the canvases bold, where dreams take hold.
Drawing days weave a tapestry so fine,
Of hopes and fears, of yours and mine.
Bridge:
And when the shadows lengthen as night draws near,
I find solace in the drawings held dear.
Each line a memory, each shading a thought,
In the quiet of creation, where my heart is sought.
Chorus:
These drawing days, where time stands still,
Capturing life with every stroke and skill.
Through paper and ink, the stories unfold,
In sketches of silver and moments of gold.
Outro:
So let the days unfold in lines and in shades,
In the beauty of art where the soul never fades.
For in drawing days, we find our way,
In the strokes we create, where dreams will stay.
