My favorite time of morning,
Is when darkness yields to dawn,
And the light of daybreak signals,
That it's time to carry on.

As gentle as a mother's touch,
It beckons us to wake.
For daylight brings new life,
And wide-eyes bliss and risks to take.

As some of us awaken,
Many more are lulled to sleep,
And we among the living,
Have some promises to keep.

We haven't been here very long,
Still childlike at heart,
And holding onto hope of something more,
Another start.

And so we wait for morning,
And seek shelter from the night.
As brave as we pretend we are,
We're creatures of the light.