Good Morning
Good Morning
Get up from your deep slumber
Where you'd dream like a king
See the light of this harsh reality
Until a new song you sing.
How mysterious artist the Sun becomes
The way he paints In golden lines,
How melodious is a cuckoo's whistle
When it whispers at the beginning of time.
Free yourself from all your past sins
To let your future not be haunted,
Drink all those words of sermons
Until your mind is iron molded.
Welcome your life with new possibilities
Sometimes its hurricane, sometimes a breeze
It's not the matter how hard it hits
It's only your victories thàt you seize.
After a long day of Sorrowful misery
I know how the heart is weakened,
With the last hope of Pandora’s box
I Wish you Good Morning again.