The sun began to rise, as I peered through my door.
I see the same scene, day after day, it's beginning to be a bore.
The dew is beginning to fall, I feel it beneath my feet.
I wish I could wake up one morning, with something new to meet.
The birds begin to sing, as the animals begin to play.
The same repeated mornings, just like yesterday.
The rooster in the backyard, cried out his waking call.
People say it is lovely, to me it's a noisy brawl.
The paperboy is coming, I can hear his noisy bike.
If God created mornings, how come they're all alike.
The sky is many colors, like a rainbow flying high.
These mornings are getting worse, as they pass me by.
Soon this morning will be over, as it was the day before
Start again tomorrow, as I look through my door...