Friday, February 6, 2015

Mornings

Mornings come where all is well
No matter how the darkness fell
A ray of light comes piercing through
Reminding us each day is new
We have a book with open pages
Walls to scale if we're courageous 
Days for us to fill with song
And nights give us the dawn. 


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