I lie under the stars dreaming
each star has its own meaning
I see the moon shine down on me
lighting up the dull world around me
I shiver in the blistering cold of night
I breath in and hold my breathe tight
my skin prickles and wind whispers
as it drifts over, my cold skin blisters
Slowly I close my eyes and drift
I'm dreaming as my spirit lifts
then all too suddenly I wake
as the sun is rising for days sake
I feel the welcoming warmth return around
and hear the morning birds peacefull sound
the birds talk to me, as does the sun
I can feel today is gonna be fun
I whisper to a distant white cloud
it's whispers back but all too loud
the dull world around me's in morning glory
well there's my little morning story
