I canĀ see the curve of the earth on the horizion,
As the sun starts to rise.
I can see the clouds rolling in from the west,
As the sun starts to climb.
I can feel the breeze blowing through the trees,
As the birds start to fly.
I know everything is going to be all right,
When I look into your eyes.
Monthly Archives: November 2010
In The Morning
Everyday is just a little more faded.
I awake just a little more jaded.