morning sun, shining through,

my pale unfair skin.

happy light, i know it though,

this weird world that im in.

knowing youre here, sharing the space,

on this planet, this spinning sphere,

where theres love, and hope and all things bright,

and we both breathe the very same air.

time will tell, it has its way,

of holding on tight to whats real,

and sometimes time is all it takes,

for loves sweet wound to heal.