In the morning I wake,
Eyes swollen from grieve, I wash my face.
I do everything ordinary and still feel different.
My clothing is simple but I still feel complex.
Early mornings and sleepless nights,
That's what everyone suspects.

If they only knew the cause as to why these tears stream down my face,
They'd know just why it's many nights I lie in bed awake.
I close my eyes,
I try to dream,
I force myself but so much won't let me.

Early mornings, I pray.
Sleepless Nights, I lay.
When I am finally able to fall asleep, the alarm clock rings and the cycle repeats.