I doesn't look the same,
Not through these eyes, of change,
But yes, our window sill remains.
The curtains hang as ever,
The paint, chipped more-so than before,
But destroyed? No, never,
The memories hold it strong.
It saw us laugh, it saw me cry,
It watched the days pass me by,
It saw the years I spent with you,
It watched all I went through.
It looks darker these days,
No matter what we do or say,
And still the window sill, ever remains.
