Morning - Karen Matheson

There’s a morning

A gentle light that blows out of the sky

And you realize

It’s like no other morning

You wipe the sleep out of your eyes

And you wonder why

All the clouds of yesterday

Have flit the skies and blown away

And someone’s calling your name

There’s a morning

You lie awake, you’re waiting for the rain

But it does not appear

And you have your dreams

You understand what money means

Nothing here

All the clouds of yesterday

Have flit the skies and blown away

And someone’s calling your name

Are you coming out to play?

Are you coming out to play?

There’s a morning

You doubted you would ever see this day

But you had faith

Faith is the distance

From what you hope to what you fear

It’s brought you here

All the clouds of yesterday

Have flit the skies and blown away

And someone’s calling your name

Are you coming out to play…