Sleep clings to my eye lids
like dew that covers the field.
Still,
I rise.

To sleep would be to neglect
the day which was given to me,
a gift.

Some haven't made it today.
So in their honor,
"Carpe Diem!"
I proclaim from the depths of my heart
leaping from my bed to the cold floor.

Today is a new day,
REJOICE and be GLAD in it.
Because some haven't made it to today
they're there under the morning dew.