See sawing through life never did I lose sight See sawing through life never did I lose sight

The flowers began to bloom, Each with different colours, The flowers began to bloom, Each with different colours,

Each day is a new day... So why can't each night be the old end and a new beginning? Each day is a new day... So why can't each night be the old end and a new beg...

The poem shows strength in a new day, a new beginning. The poem shows strength in a new day, a new beginning.

A brand new day. Your legs might tremble A brand new day. Your legs might tremble

A new day for my soul to glow In the luminescent light of spiritual fold A new day for my soul to glow In the luminescent light of spiritual fold