Waking up to the morning birds song.
From a dream that felt so long.
The bright sun shinning in the window.
Through the blinds into my eyes.
Adjusting to the light of the day.
Stretching in bed as I lay.
Not wanting to be up and awake.
Curled up under my covers.
In my mind about the day ahead.
With the sun rising yellowish-red.
Now it's time to rise and shine.
And tackle the ups and downs today.
Believe in myself, I can.
Follow love and life, that's my plan.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
Waking up to the morning birds song.
From a dream that felt so long.
The bright sun shinning in the window.
Through the blinds into my eyes.
Adjusting to the light of the day.
Stretching in bed as I lay.
Not wanting to be up and awake.
Curled up under my covers.
In my mind about the day ahead.
With the sun rising yellowish-red.
Now it's time to rise and shine.
And tackle the ups and downs today.
Believe in myself, I can.
Follow love and life, that's my plan.
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