There's a time in our lives when we decide to turn around.
Hearing all the things that never made a sound…
Opening the curtains to get a better look,
Now you see everything only read in a book.
The woman being beat by her husband next door.
She works with you every day on the thirty second floor.
Tears roll down her face like the biggest waterfall.
Her eyes hold them back being his Marshall Law.
This is the time to realize who the hell you really are.
Knowing there is a choice but would you go that far?
Take one more look in the mirror to decide every ones fate.
You better hurry up or you’ll be too late.
She kicks and screams yelling " Don't hurt me please?!"
Busting through the door to put this at ease,
The color red now paints the apartment.
Whose blood stains the curtain that should of been prevented?
