Writing is a doorway to my soul, Which tells the story I never told. Writing is a doorway to my soul, Which tells the story I never told.

It's January morn It's January morn

I love the sound of birds so early in the morn, I love the sound of birds so early in the morn,

When the train engine on the track and the automobiles on the highway or streets blow their horns, When the train engine on the track and the automobiles on the highway or streets...

To steal the sweetness of your heart. To steal the sweetness of your heart.

The journey of life is not greed. The journey of life is not greed.