The sun comes slowly from behind the hills
Heralding a bright new day beginning
Everywhere the sun rays reach, touch and fill
But sadly no nobody is noticing
They’re still asleep, sheets pulled over their heads
Or they’re playing on a sports field somewhere
Or they’re outside, tending their flower beds
Or they’re shopping, spending without a care
And while cartoons are on my TV
Sharing the space with music videos
I play my computer games happily
Because the house is quiet. No one knows
Such a morning is grasped in different ways
It only comes once every seven days
17th March 2003
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