When I wake up each morning,
With dawn of brand new day...
I take a moment to reflect,
Then proceed on my way.
 
For each day that I'm given,
Is a bonus now of sorts...
Not many left for me I think,
As my own time grows short.
 
I can't complain about my life,
I feel I have been blessed...
My days are like the ocean waves,
I ride high on their crest.
 
So I throw myself into each day,
Attempt to make it last...
For who knows when their call will come,
Make us part of the past.
 
Loree (Mason) O'Neil 03/18/09
 
     
 Midi playing is:  I Never Go Around Mirrors
 

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