each day when I awaken
I am filled with hope anew
I turn myself to face
where last that I held you
it happens every morning
I only find to my chagrin
reaching out, too soon to discover
no more than empty arms again
up with the bright horizon
all that I see is wrong
mute silence overwhelms me
as I strain to hear your song
though my eyes and ears and arms
may only fail to find you
my heart ever will refuse
to believe that we are through
as night fatigue surrounds me
wearily I hit the sack
I close my eyes and await the dream
that come some morning I'll find you back
should blessed dawn ever arrive
when you love me as I love you
it will be then, and only then
that I'll believe dreams can come true