Today as I wake my soul born anew,
I await the morning like the first drop of dew,
the sun will rise as my soul is condensed by the want of others untrue,
like the dew drop of a fresh morning new the sun takes what it likes leaving not much to view,
until all is gone and weariness comes there is no more soul and no more dew,
so bed I go to wake again hoping to be born anew.