I woke up in the morning today with
the brightness of the sun on my face,
I glanced at my clock and to my bathroom
I did the race,
My mornings are meant to hurry,
My mornings are meant to run,
They don't even grant me a moment
to sit back and admire the beauty of the sun.
Don't let your morning be like this
try to make it a special one,
For not everyone gets a chance to wake up to the big bright sun.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 6:27 AM UTC
I woke up in the morning today with
the brightness of the sun on my face,
I glanced at my clock and to my bathroom
I did the race,
My mornings are meant to hurry,
My mornings are meant to run,
They don't even grant me a moment
to sit back and admire the beauty of the sun.
Don't let your morning be like this
try to make it a special one,
For not everyone gets a chance to wake up to the big bright sun.
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