The bird sings in the morning mist.
The flowers sway in the cool breeze.
As a new day dawns,
Let our friendship rise
to make a path,
in this fild of life
With you, as my friend...
May we walk through the mist,
And face the cool breeze,
As our friendship dawns,
At sunrise we walk the
path of life,
Together, my friend...
By Jackie Edwards 2001
