The morning fresh energy baths me,
And prepares for the day.
With the fresh air that passes by,
Make me fill the objective.
With your wish and kisses
Make me to pass the day,
With same energy and freshness.
Minute after minutes hour rolls.
Hour after hours day rolls.
Bit by bit with my effort,
I will progress and conquer all.
With little help, for those deserve,
I will open for them a horizon.
With my touch, thousand smile
When glitters all round,
I am blessed and energized,
And ready for a new mission.
With the marching age,
Let the child remain within.
Let it remain soft and tender,
And no complicity it should imbibe.
Let it bleed with others grief,
And filled with joy, when happiness around.
Let me sing in others rhythm,
And let others to embrace mine.
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