The sun rises over the sea this morning
Tinting the sky in a peachy hue;
With mountains shrouded in the distance,
Confronted with beauty, I think of you.
Times are hard, and life is grueling,
I\'m a broken cog in society\'s machine;
Who will I make proud? What will I achieve?
The answer, as ever, remains unseen.
But with ragged dawn breaking on my face,
My battered hope is unsullied and true;
We pick and choose which signs to see,
I continue to yearn for a life with you.