Along the stretches of the street,
One light goes out,
Then another.
It is early morning,
And the vacant air,
Void of any life,
Begins to form the beginning
To a brand new day.
Early morning life,
Seems to hesitate as it moves forward,
The sun is nearing the mountain tops,
Ready to burst forth
It's just after 5 a.m.
Memories come to life,
Days gone by seem to keep
The mind busy as nothing
Else has yet interrupted its quietness.
And I walk and dream,
As each step brings me nearer,
To the place where I've lived
A third of my life.
And my humble beginning to the day,
Is rife with hopes and dreams
Of love and things.