5:30 a.m.

The birds begin their morning song
To greet the coming of the day
The sun slowly rises in the east
In its own familiar way

I sit here & watch it all unfold
And the promise that it brings
The day is fresh with no mistakes
No traces of sufferings

Suddenly the moment is broken
A car comes screeching past
Another promise lies broken
Oh! How I wish that it could last