The early morning battle

Through the valley, shines the sun
The sun is awake, my body is inching
Early in the morning, I look into the sky all blowing
No one knows it’s all intention
But we all blow with it compassion

As the darkness clears a way to this wonderful light
My people claim for a darkness return
These all burn their night into a fight
And dream to redeem their night when the sun returns

What could be the ideal of the light
Only the wise ones discover it’s wideness
Otherwise, it wouldn’t serve it’s value no more
If the people couldn’t discover it’s flying.

I am a lazy guy, born of cow
Cowboy by birth and thin by nature
I know when my cows need water-salt from their nature
This moves my laziness into a motivation
As I hope to see my cows shining into the light

I dream of a good pasture
Well, this is my only being for life
As each morning reflects the essence of it’s drive
I do also look the best pasture of my cows.

I am a champion.
Yes I am a champion.
Well, I say I am a champion
Why? Because I am a champion.

I do lead my team as my elders did
They were heroes as I am for now
Not because they had people
But because they knew to count and grab theirs

My inside cries, the hero just burns in the inside
The hero fights all inside battles and brings himself to light
He looks weak but strong, sleepy but awake
All he does is a dream to reveal his inside out.

If only I had, I could.
But I have, then I can
All is inside us
As the sun shines within us.

Here is my farewell
Always look to the sun
As it rises or returns back
Look at that battle in the night
Then also in the after night.

This looks sweet and a motivation for some.
As the sun rises, some hopes are reflected.
I know I’m not a prophet
But as said, only the wise ones will get it right