There is something clean in the way of the dawn,
And an air that makes it easier to breath,
The smile that comes is something so rare,
I cannot help but begin to believe.
There is a race against my mind,
It's simple and it's plain,
My smile it sticks and stays like glue,
Why would I complain?
I have not felt like this in a while,
The sense that everything is getting better,
The smile that glows it is so sure,
That is does not matter if the ground gets wetter.
Even walking through the rain,
There's a laugh that sounds so sweet, so strange,
It stays, that smile and I feel safe,
There is no point trying to rearrange.
