Looking through windows of my past and your present I have to say I start to feel my confidence lessen No doubt we all learn lessons that invoke progression But as to my direction I'm stuck here guessing You smile too big and I wonder if its the same I wore But hearing that name, in this time frame I cant think anymore So im stuck to looking through windows of your present and my past Calling out that name and knocking on the glass
At one time I could see her and how we would grow But all we did was grew apart Remnants buried in snow
The winter of any love is cold and desolate Wandering through white where once there was color Frost bitten tears say you have to make the best of it But your heart is stubborn and steadfast that you love her
I think hypothermia kicks in when she doesn't pick up Her heart beating fine without mine My body froze solid still trying to knock
On that window from the* *outside
The slow art of letting go is taking your old self down from that noose, and guiding it into the cold. Into rest.