In the morning my body begins to wake

Out of bed walking to the door

The howling wind blows through tearing down the drape.  

Filling the room with its fear, from the ceiling to the floor.

Walking back into the room where I reside

Going to the window and I just stare

Looking at life take over the lakeside

Watching the games being played by the tortoise and the hare.

Heading to the kitchen where I put the kettle on

Waiting for the water I look at the picture of my love

Dazed into the times that have gone

The screaming kettle snaps me out of her life from above

Cooling the water as it pours into the cup

Waiting for the leaves to do its job

I think about the life I live hoping things clear up

I hope to forget as my head begins to throb

Drinking from the cup I remember what she had

The flames from the stove warm me as they dance

Feeling better than ever I remembered why she was my comrade

the smile on her face when I gave her this chance

I told myself something that day

That I will continue for her

I will be here and remember to stay

For her I will do anything I say