Broken Window
I heard the sound of broken glass
coming from somewhere in the past
inside the sound I heard your cry,
but I couldn't see the reason why.
The seasons they change
Because God said said they will
and my world is standing still
The things we promised, Heaven or Hell
are lies that we both know so well.
And the pain we've given is coming back
God will help us if we don't loose track
And all the words that we have spoken;
Have been waisted, in the window we've broken.
Copyright © Michael Haley | Year Posted 2013
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