Morning has Broken
Morning has Broken
Heard the song Morning had broken
Looking for the morning to pick up the pieces with heavy emotion
The morning I had gathered wasn’t the morning that was broken
Moments had already passed by quietly unspoken.
Then it dawned on me that morning doesn’t change
It is the way I look and the mind does gauge.
Light or darkness it is all in the mind
I keep looking within, hoping one day I will find.
