Mothers cry
when they receive the letter...

A window is like a door
in many ways...

You grow up
so fast...

People are born black
and some are born white...

Driving across the world
with the window wide open...

The pain
that grips my heart...

Every time I look at you
every time I hear you...

Time goes by
faster than you want...

The pressure mounts
On my sore shoulders...

Death is something that will always happen
even when you don't want it to...

The rain pelts the window
Lashing against the pane...

Why does life
Have to end in death...