Morning

 
The sun is going to rise as it usually does
In order to bring us warm heat of a new day.
It’s gonna turn all into gold like a hand of Midas,
To make the world bright, show a new way.
 
Night dreams are still flying in sleepy heads,
Cause they’re too nice to release them.
But we have to shake up and just leave our beds.
A new day is coming! Do not stay like a ram!