Joy.
Tomorrow 6:30 morning.
To wake up at 6:00 and stroll out the door.
I'm not going to touch my hair.
Lets the curls live.
I am not my hair.
Up early to watch the feet pound the pavement.
Everyone has got a beat that they can't wait to release.
I am the ever willing recipient to these dreams.
I'm going to watch my love cross a finish line.
Willing to travel for glimpses into your life.
Lay your success upon my eyes.
Bath me in the heated happiness of a good morning.
If we were ever to depart I'd remember this only with fondness.
To wake up at 6:00 and stroll out the door.
I'm not going to touch my hair.
Lets the curls live.
I am not my hair.
Up early to watch the feet pound the pavement.
Everyone has got a beat that they can't wait to release.
I am the ever willing recipient to these dreams.
I'm going to watch my love cross a finish line.
Willing to travel for glimpses into your life.
Lay your success upon my eyes.
Bath me in the heated happiness of a good morning.
If we were ever to depart I'd remember this only with fondness.