In early morning sunrise
Or after-nightmare cries
She is there
Two cute brown bright eyes
Holding life's last great surprise
She is there
In my memories, in my dreams
For a heart shredded at its seams
She is there
Every scar now can start to fade
Stack the deck; my hand's been played
... She is there
I have at least one other poem of the same name, including a very similar one written in 2009.