The morning belongs to me.

Are you more of a night or morning person?

I’m no fan of staying up late

I can not see the point.

What’s the point of being up tired

When you could be asleep?


Late nights seem the sort of thing

That naughty children do.

Excited that they are still up

When they should be fast asleep.


Not for me I’m grown up now

I know I need my sleep.

I like to be up when the morning’s young

And there’s few folk around but me.


Give me the sound of morning birds

Chill morning air on my skin.

I like to be up and off on a run

While I’m still fresh and alive.


The day will have its distractions

Life can get in the way

But the mornings mine

I’m alive and I’m free

The morning belongs to me.