In the early mornings, and late at night,
Coming home from work, weary from the fight,
He puts on music to soothe his mind,
To ease the burdens, to leave them behind.
When he wakes, her image fills his heart,
Before he sleeps, they are never apart.
Is she happy? Is she sad? He wonders in thought,
The words he longs to say, the battles he's fought.
The spirits whisper, a gentle breeze,
She knows, honey bear, puts him at ease.
He hears her voice, soft in his ear,
Before he sleeps, she's always near.
