Sitting by the window,
Embracing the rising sun;
A calm on her face,
Her hair tied in a bun.
Her deep brown eyes looking in the distance,
And her thoughts are on a run;
Her silence screams,
But is heard by none.
Sitting by the window,
Embracing the setting sun;
A strange shine on her face,
Now loose is her bun.
Still looking in the distance her eyes,
Now are heavy and they burn;
Unaware that her cheeks are wet,
She patiently waits for something to return.
Sitting by the window,
Now embracing the dark sky;
A tired smile on her face,
And her hair fly.
Now she shuts the window,
And finally closes her eyes;
Now on her face is nothing,
‘Cuz when the darkness returns
It never lies!