When the sun rises the rooster crows
Life springs into the sunlight
The ocean tide keeps it low
So the birds won’t fly away in fright
but sometimes the rooster forgets to yell
And sunlight doesn’t always shine
The ocean can be your ticket to hell
And the bird’s wings are in a bind
The moon rises sadly at will
as death swallows happiness
and pain is what kills,
the key to hope opens less
But do not worry anymore
For hope is never lost
grab it’s hand and head through the door
Fly freely like a butterfly or a pretty moth