An Old Window

You're re the dusty old pillow,

Collected so much dirt, soil and tears,

You're the rusty old window,

That has been closed for years.

You're the shoulder everyone leans to,

You're the music to their soul and art,

But now those cracks seem to,

Break your mind and heart.

So now you're on your own,

Putting yourself together,

Because no one will see that you've grown,

Grown apart alone to surrender.

You'll have to wash off your own tears,

You'll have to make yourself laugh,

And fight all your fears,

Until everything is more than enough!

Enough to make you sink,

Enough to make you cry,

Enough to let your heart break,

Into a million pieces and die!