Overnight You take away the weeping, wake me from my sleeping and I greet the morning light. Overwhelmed I turn my face to see you, Once again I'm free to live my Glorietta life. The sun rises on me in the morning without regard to emotion If I cry myself to sleep, is it swollen eyes that cause me not to see? What if I cried myself asleep tonight, separate from You? You still beckon in the morning, every morning. I won't be separate from you.