The day grows into morn
A brand-new soul is born
On the day of your birth,
I look into your eyes;
I see the life inside,
With long years to grow wise.
The day grows into noon
A soul with sunlight strewn
A joyful child at play,
Now you're in your life's prime;
Eager to search the depths,
Learning still more with time.
The day grows into eve
Soon this tired soul to leave
Now in the shadowed light,
I see your eyes once more;
A life lived to the full,
With nothing to cry for.
The day grows into night
This freed soul takes to flight
--1997
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