Morningson

Sun is rising from a warming night Bringing up an unawakened day Tickling my senses seeing sunbeams on the wall Take my hand and you can lead the way Up hurry up hurry up we have to go Time for school we cannot take it slow Somersaults and pillow fights must wait a little while Don't like to say it but I told you so. As I'm walking in the traces of my son I can see his tiny feet are running down the empty street as I'm drifting through my memories as a child To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life The quintessential meaning of my life Snow is melting in the waning light Bringing up a foggy kind of haze Rattling my senses casting shadows on the wall Links my mind to long forgotten days As I'm walking in the traces of my son I can see his tiny feet are running down the empty street as I'm drifting through my memories as a child To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life As I'm walking in the traces of my son I can feel a guarding hand is leading me to understand as I'm drifting through my memories as a child To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life To me it seems to be the quintessential meaning of my life Come on The quintessential meaning of my life The quintessential meaning of my life