In the morning of my life this is what I see
The beauty of the world where children are free
And their smile bring hope each day
In the morning of my life this is what I hear
The lullaby of mothers carrying their babes with loving care
And their hymn of joy gives meaning into my life
In the morning of my life this is what I feel
Being secure in the arms of my home
And their presence provide reason for me to live
In the morning of my life this is what I smell
The sweet fragrance of the early dew after the night falls
And made my whole world new
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