She sits in her room,
upon her empty bed...

Through the foggy grey's,
Of freshly instilled...

She peers out the glass,
at the bright blue sky...

It feels like it's been,
a blink of the eye...

I'm falling in more ways than one...
....once again the cycle resets...

Each day that I wait,
brings more nerves...

How did I ever let you,
into my guarded heart...

It was told to me that,
eyes are the window...

As the wind brushes the branches,
the leaves of the tree fall...

You are the apple in my eye,
And the sun in my sky...

Your face appeared,
With your blue-eyed gaze...

Too many years have passed,
Waking from this familiar daze...