As sun rises in the sea of east
Beauty to my eyes is a feast
As pure as the fresh morning dew
My soul is thrilled to the world anew.
Cloud brushes the blue sky
With a stroke of hope into the lands
Gently dissolves the dawn wind
All made by God’s hands.
Fresh morning mist touches my cheek
As though erases anything I seek
The road of today is all I see
Into the future full of glee.
Your life is yours to be mold
Your future is yours to foretold
The present is your only cue
The start of tomorrow begins in you.
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