THE morning breaks, her thoughts are scattered wide, 
And she is younger, healthier, alive. 
The night brought terror, loneliness, and pride; 
The morning brings a stillness. She'll survive. 

She heard a story, once, that smelled like coffee: 
It made her warm and happy. Now she knows 
That is just as real to be a copy 
Than be original. That's how it goes: 

We say and feel the same things over, true -- 
But that just makes her, her, and makes you, 

You