This silver sunlight reflecting brightly on to this evening it’s glowing if it fills me with wonder
I question my ability to ever understand the glory of the light that shines in the morning
The radiant rays that shine on me so brightly warming me like only a mother’s hug had before
Bringing with it the beginning of a new day
But what can I say I'm a fool for these types of things I stand in the darkness waiting for the light
Those reds, oranges, and pinks on a bright blue sky
That means a new day has arrived I wish that I could be like this sky
Starting a fresh everyday
But here I lay
Watching
The sunrise
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
This silver sunlight reflecting brightly on to this evening it’s glowing if it fills me with wonder
I question my ability to ever understand the glory of the light that shines in the morning
The radiant rays that shine on me so brightly warming me like only a mother’s hug had before
Bringing with it the beginning of a new day
But what can I say I'm a fool for these types of things I stand in the darkness waiting for the light
Those reds, oranges, and pinks on a bright blue sky
That means a new day has arrived I wish that I could be like this sky
Starting a fresh everyday
But here I lay
Watching
The sunrise
