rise up this morning, with the morning sun shining on me,
dried tears, & an aching heart.
when i am at the end of the rope,
ready to jump of the ledge,
remind me that heart ache fades, & pain subsides...
breathe & move on, lift my head high;
nothing is too much; nothing worth to cry.
regardless of what happens,
early this morning, last week or last year,
or what may happen later this evening, tomorrow or five years from now;
dont blame, & dont question this delicate heart.
i believe in fate; & now i am leaving to it.
dont worry about a thing,
cause every little things gonna be alright.