MONDAY MORNING COMES,AND I WAKE WITH THE SUN LISTENING TO THE BIRDS SONG,AND I SEE NO RAIN,
I DRAW MY BREATH,AND THINK THAT LIFE IS WONEROUS,I THANK THE ONE WHO GAVE THESE THINGS TO ME,...ALTHOUGH IT MAYBE EARLY,AND I KNOW NOT WHAT THE DAY HOLDS,I HAVE MY FRIENDS,AND THEY ARE MY FEW GOOD ANGELS.
