Blessed Morning
You cruel bright thing who plays with time And shamelessly kindles hope without consequence For the birds chirping feeds the fire That today is the first day of new beginnings You rob me the luxury of dilemmas And push me to choose the hard path The moment the sun touches my feet I have to accept the reality of what has to be done You break the resolve of a disgruntled lover For she forgets the strife of the night before Only to roll over and smile at his face and turn the bitterness for another do-over You wake me up with joy from the night before Only to deny me the sorrow of a lost mother For you force relentlessly, nothing but rejoicing I wish you never were, Oh you evil blessed Morning!