This early in the morning
With my faith's glass fogging
can't see across the windows
life's bumpy roads or meadows ?
not sure what what it may hold
this glass pane feels so cold
beneath my hands' palm
someday life may turn warm
someday sun may shine
and all be good and fine
till then hold on, don't whine
I hope that all in time
will find me all that's mine
my ways will rise above mist
I'll have my own sunshine...
