Too many times, I sit by my window
\nLook out at the glass that shatters before me
\nI look at my life through a stained glass window
\nI smile at the reflection that looks back at me<\/p>\n
Too many times, I sit by my window
\nI look at the leaves as they fall from the trees
\nI look at my life through a stained glass window
\nI watch as the reflection slowly shakes itself free<\/p>\n
Too many times, I sit by my window
\nThe sun is shining, now I can see
\nI look at my life through a stained glass window
\nI walk away only after realizing that that reflection is me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Too many times, I sit by my window Look out at the glass that shatters before me I look at my life through a stained glass window I smile at the reflection that looks back at me Too many times, … Continue reading