Window Pain

See right through the pane

She’s there but she’s not in

She broke, and forgotten

See right through the pain

Beauty through the pane

The scene and not the glass

She’s seen but never asked

‘Bout beauty in her pain

Cracks etched in the pane

From weathering the storm

Whether she was born

For cracks etched in her pain

See right through the pane

She’s noticed by no one

She’s broken and she’s done

See right through the pain

See right through the pane

In numbness and insane 

She’s bruised and he’s to blame

I am blinded by the pain

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