The alarm bell rings br and tells of a new morning; br but tells not what it brings…. br Will it be as we think, br as we plan in the mind? br Can we really plan out br just what we will find? br The covers’ the same br as the morning before, br will we take with us those covers br as we walk out of the door? br br The alarm bell rings br and tells of a new morning; br but tells not what it brings…. br Will the coffee taste stale br or shine as we stir, br with a flavor that’s new br as never tasted before? br The walk to the station, br the same path to be sure, br but only the same br if it’s yesterdays thoughts br that walk in the rain. br br The alarm bell rings br and tells of a new morning; br but tells not what it brings…. br The sun has arisen br just as before br and the clock is still ticking…. br And between each click br of the sound of the clock br that second hand stops….