Good Morning Dear

Were the nights any sweeter



The mornings any cooler, when she was here?



Or was the mind grown accustomed



To hearing "Good morning Dear"?



Should I still feel all the sunshine



That remembering brings to mind with my thoughts of her?



Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were



Her little girl illusions



Built the wall of confusion between right and wrong



That stands between her



And the dream I had cherished so long



Now faded and tattered



Once all that mattered when she was here



And a mind grown accustomed



To hearing "Good morning dear"



Were the nights any sweeter



The mornings any cooler, when she was here?



Or was the mind grown accustomed



To hearing "Good morning Dear"?