There’s sleep still in eyes,
And it’s blurring your view,
But the sun’s started rising,
And the world’s rising too,
Blackbirds are singing,
To herald the day,
So throw back the curtains,
And be on your way.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There’s sleep still in eyes,
And it’s blurring your view,
But the sun’s started rising,
And the world’s rising too,
Blackbirds are singing,
To herald the day,
So throw back the curtains,
And be on your way.