Gazing through the morning sky,
i see another day begin,
a yesterday left behind,
hoping that this day will be mine.
With a will to conquer the world,
and dreams that peek through horizon,
but actions so ordinary to accompany,
hoping that this day will be mine.
A feel that i am different,
a feel that i am born to shine,
willing to make the best of each moment,
hoping that this day will be mine.
as i travel through long tunnel,
i doubt my vision of the light,
believing every ray that i come along,
hoping that this day will be mine.
a destiny unrevealed to me,
a path undifferentiated to see,
yet, always picturing the end in my mind,
and hoping that this day will be mine.
