Mornings come
Mornings go
Nights thinking
Nights slow
Mornings hurt
Mornings blue
Nights empty
Since I lost you.
Mornings our now
Just mornings
Nights are
Just a drone
The thoughts of you
Now I sleep alone.
Weeks turn to months
Months turn to years
Lost so lost amongst all
My lonely fears.
So as the stars dim
Slowly for you above
I will always miss you
My sweet love.