morning is here. dawn nudges. the sky painted pink; don't wake me
the birds sing, they call, they dance, they invite; don't wake me
golden rays light the day. touches the leaves, gently it warms; don't wake me
don't wake me if you're not going to be here
don't wake me if yours is not the face i'll see
don't wake me if yours is not the voice i'll hear
don't wake me if yours is not the touch i'll feel
don't wake me, just don't wake me if you're not going to be around
February 11, 2009
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