The Troubled Windows


Every time they open
two windows would appear
but also a storm ,with a noisy alarm
that sounds off in my ears

bang! bang! bang!
to the windows they go
not understanding that's the way
to the curse of your soul

the windows are grey
colored from the sky behind it
and the clouds abundant
that keeps the sun from shinin'

to me they tell a story
of how you feel when you cry
for the life of my heart
cant stand the pain in your eyes

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