through her eyes her pain reflects onto me her untold lost dreams that were never given life
through her face a blank canvas fixed in another planet struggling to confront her decisions
through her voice my voice illuminates singing her songs of things lost in the past
stories that shatter the glass breaking the surface against the rubble she quakes in fear to tell the truth but how can she be this mute?
don't settle in life. you'll end up waking up one day realising you've been lying to yourself for years, while your children try to understand why you are not alike.