Early In The Morning

Early in the morning, 

when nothing has spoiled a day,

sleepily smiling at nothing,

birds singing any which way. 

Laying in bed, with no cares.

Laughing quietly despite the rain.

Seeing happiness throughout the years,

ignoring the everlasting pain.

Early in the morning. 

In the afternoon,

where everything is real,

Just as hot as June,

anger blazing strong as steel.

Working hard with cares so strong,

working and thinking rushing me,

trying to remember a sweet little song,

to set the worries free.

In the afternoon. 

Late in the evening,

when I can finally let go.

when I can feel my thoughts leaving,

and not have to feel my woe.

Laying in bed telling myself tall tales,

bidding sleep to come,

adding extra attention to the details,

until all I hear is a faint drum.

Late in the evening. 

Early in the morning,

I'm up and happy again. 

not caring the sky is storming,

for a while I seem insane. 

I know but not fear

what is coming my way,

For all I can hear,

is the song I try to remember all day. 

Early in the morning.