It was morning when I first held my baby.
It was morning when I first saw his face,
First called him by name,
First kissed his head,
First told him I loved him.
It was morning when my baby first smiled at me.
And even after long days and sleepless nights,
It is morning that comes to rescue us.
Our house brightens with the rise of the sun,
All of yesterday’s woes are forgotten.
It is morning.
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