The Window

The window to the soul is that what they're called As I look - what do I see? I see an old lady staring at me. I see smile lines of a child, which have aged over time, Upon her lips where true love was places, Smile lined spread across her face. In her eyes I see joy she gelt as a young new wife, and the wrinkled hanfs that worked hard in her life, "But excuse me mMrs. - What do you see?" "I see the new ages looking back at me. I see the young growing older, and my chilhood freinds no more. The tress I grew up underneath is now a shopping mini mall. And my loved one, he still hold me at night, Under no more pain and stress, In these arms and this heart, will his soul always rest."