I stand at the window pane.
It's so cold out here it burns.
It just keeps pouring rain,
I know I'm running out of turns.
The tears, they flow as rivers
From eyes welled within disgrace.
Time never breaking the slivers
Of ice set meek upon my face.
But, God, to look upon her sorrow,
I just want to scream desperately...
"I'm here!, I'm here!" but then I know
Where she is - she can't hear me.
I have no way of reaching her,
All hope dripping away, alas...
She looks at me but then never
Can quite see me through this glass.
And I cry out to the heavens,
Cause it's killing me inside.
But the tears never serve to cleanse,
With this invisible divide.
Answer coming, a shameless tatter
Of a love I just can't hide.
A pane between that just won't shatter,
Leaving us both on the outside.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 03-12-2000).]