I saw your face through glass
from where I stood no time had passed
as if it were yesterday
the bruises had all but gone away
the pain he brought - was not the last
you felt the tears roll down your cheeks
i asked how long has it been?
you said 1 year,2 month and 3 weeks
the pain that was had come and gone
now your soul has to live on, and on
I heard your voice behind the glass
the time you see, would have to pass
you tried to make it go away but now it is here we'll stay
you'll call this home with time to pass