The dawn has broken and there she sits..
by her window, cuddling a blanket in her arms..

Golden rays of sunshine kiss her tender skin..
smooth as the touch of a feather..
Like the petals in a Misty morning,
her wonderful lips appear..

It's not the last goodbye, I know..
but my heart doesn't want to go..
I know we will meet again,
but my heart..
just doesn't want to go..

With a hope to see me soon..
her eyes give me last glance..

And I close the door between us..
While she sits by her window,
cuddling a blanket in her arms..