Awake

Why are you awake, my dear?
Is it because of joy or fear?
We miss the days, I know it's clear
And I'm still wishing you were near

I guess things sometimes have to go
Like the walk we took, or the dance so slow
But the memories will always glow
And new ones come, we both should know

So why are you awake, my dear?
Is it because of joy or fear?
I really shouldn't find it queer
It's the same reason I'm here