Morning light is rising, Softly through the trees. I can hear it calling, Carried on the breeze. Step by step I’m walking, Down the road I know. Every day before me, There is room to grow. Clouds may gather round me, Still I will not fear. There is hope beside me, Steady, strong, and near. Morning light is rising, Shining on my way. I will keep on singing, Through another day.
