Standing at my window I pretend I’m looking out
Imprisoned by my fears and all consuming doubt
Your eyes they beckon me to come into the light
But I feel so much safer by the moon tonight

Hidden in the shadows I am just a silhouette
The outline of loneliness, hopelessness, trying to forget
Yet...
No matter how much I play with colours they still remain pitch black
Ghosts that still haunt me trying to pull me back...

My window pane had been shattered
Like promises that might have been
A stone
Thrown
Intentionally, how could they have seen?
My world now distorted concealing my clear view
Of shapes that once danced to music in the early morning dew.

Still, you beckon me to come from behind my pane
Out from the shadows and once again
Feel refreshing healing rain
Touching my shattered eyes and wounded heart
Woken again with colour and given a brand new start..