The Window

The Window inside of my room.
Glows with depression.
The Window reveals my tomb.
The Window is my regression.
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The Window reveals anything to me.
It shows me where It is I will go.
The Window is my only plea.
It is my only escape in the world I know.
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The Window brings me back to life.
As my world crashes to the floor.
The Window gets me through the strife.
The Window reveals my constant war.
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Without this Window I would be blind.
The Window opens up a lifetime of regret.
Things inside of my mind.
The Window will never let me forget.
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The Window's time web is spinning.
The Window has seen it all.
It was here for the beginning.
It will be here for the fall.
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The Window holds my sorrow.
The Window controls my pain.
The Window will be here tomorrow.
The Window will constantly drear upon its pane.
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It has seen mans true potential.
It will constantly remember its fate.
It will withhold the oath to be confidential.
It will maintain its weight.
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The Window in my room.
Will never go away.
From my birth to my doom.
I just noticed The Window today...

(c) JP 2005