And in the morning she reached down from Valhalla and touched our souls so we could soothe each other’s fears.
And now I cry my morning tears for I wish she were right here.
Everyday I cry, everyday I will cry. And everyday I ask, “Why?”.
The tears trickle down to my heart and pool into an ocean of happy sorrow, for I know I’ll see you once again come the ‘morrow.