Born

Every day
Begins a new way
The way of tomorrow still far
The way of the now is our star

A small journey awaits
Will it rain on the fields?
Will sadness, adversity
Sow seeds of new strength?
Or will the sun shine to see
A man who is free?

Each morning, from sleep torn
A new path opens, a fragment of road
And the question is answered
I can carry the load!
And nightfall will see me safe and content
If with this mindset I live

That every day, from sleep torn
We are

Born