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
