Morning

Birds are singing the music of hope,
fear can't do nothing but hide,
since it's another day,another sunshine.

Sometimes life seems so dark,
the future so lost,
we're scared of both.

We fight every day and night,
we hope for the darkness to leave,
when finally light comes from the east.

The light slowly comes,
bringing joy,we warmly smile,
wake up after the fight, as winners we climb,
the stairs from the darkness to finally light.

It's morning: the sun shines...