By Original Work
The morning light comes streaming in,
Through windows high and wide,
I rise to greet another day,
With hope I cannot hide.
The birds are singing on the wing,
Their melodies so free,
I'll join their chorus, clear and strong,
And find my own key.
Each new day brings chances bright,
For happiness and grace,
I'll seize the moments as they come,
And run my daily race.
CC0 License
This song is released under CC0 (Public Domain Dedication). You may use it for any purpose, including commercially.