THE MORNINGS HONESTY IS ONE GREAT ATTRIBUTE, IT LOVES TO SHINE
ALTHOUGH I COULD BE WRONG; THINGS ALWAYS SEEM DIFFERENT ON THE OTHER SIDE
BECAUSE POSSIBLY EVEN MAYBE THE LIGHT COULD BE THE DISTURBANCE OF THE LAZY NIGHT
THE MORNING TOO HAS A DUTY, TO AWAKEN THE BIRDS, TO OPEN THE SKIES....FOR TRAVELS OF THE SUN
I WONDER IF THE MORNING OFTEN FEELS HOW I DO AT TIMES, HOPING IT WON'T BE ANOTHER ONE
IS THAT WHY IT'S SO QUICK TO WELCOME IN THE NOON
IT'S A SLAVE LIKE MYSELF LOOKING FOR SHELTER PREPARING FOR THE DAY OF DOOM
BUT, NO NEED FOR WONDERS I CAN'T BELIEVE THE MORNING WOULD LIE
NOT WHEN IT CONSUMES SUCH BEAUTIFUL TREASURES, MAGNIFYING THE MOST VAIN OF EYES
TRULY BLESSED FOR ALL THE FAVORS IT DOES
VERY OFTEN TAKEN FOR GRANTED BY SOME OF US
SLEEPING IN LATE IGNORING IT'S TIME
I'D BE A LIAR IF I HAD YOU BELIEVE I'VE NEVER LISTENED TO THE NIGHT; ALLOWING IT TO DECIEVE ME INTO NOT WANTING TO SEE ANOTHER DAY
BUT, AS SOON AS THE MORNING SHOWS FACE.... IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO CHANGE MY MIND
THE MORNING HAS A GIFT- AND THATS TRUTH INDEED
IT'S WAKE UP TIME, TIME TO TAKE THE LEAD
IT'S MORNING; THE HEAD START ON LIFE
AWAKE, RISE, WASH YOUR FACE TO SHINE....PUT ON THE GARMENT OF THE MORNING- IT LOOKS GREAT
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