The morning breaks outside my door
Each morning about five
And I arise and glad I’ll be
Yes glad to be alive
I get in my car
And start to drive
Off to work you see
And most days it is the same
Yes the same for me
But somedays I try to go
Different paths you see
So things are always not the same
Just the same you see
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
