Rising Sun

Wakey, Wakey, Get that morning bakey

Rise, grind and shine

Not feeling the proudest or the loudest

But at peace, yes

A new day to come

In which the sun will rise again

"Good morning Son"

Finally free, its a relief

Relief of pain, release of opening

A new day has come

In which flowers will bloom again

Than the trees and butterflies will flutter in the wind

Happiness and smiles to strike again

Feeling of doubt unwhelmed

This new day is used beyond one can grant

Changing my life around, the way it needs to be

All I can say is this is the new me

Like in high hopes this is the change I need

I choose Alexus and there's nothing that could

Change this feeling of the rising sun.......

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