A bright morning ray brushes on my cheek , I hear the birds chirping I can see the green leaves, The calm echo of a melodious song, Waking up to such a dream I could go on and on, But the thing that rests here that really has it’s charm, The brawn ray’s of sunlight burning the skin on your arm, a savage truth you can make it your day,waking up to a piping hot coffee everyday, It start’s my morning and it gets me through, I think i would have to cry a day without you
