I awake
And to the tune I’ve awoken not
I lay on my mattress
While cards I lay on plain squares
A prayer said at morn
Was to my God an offering
Requesting calm for the day before noon
The words from my heart went
Than granted my God said
Gratitude to the One whom all men fall under
In whose throne dwells creatures of beauty
For a messenger carries with It a reply
As to each man his request be
Words Of A Lyricist 