Last Time I Looked Out a Window
Last time I looked out a window, I cried
Cried for my loved ones
The ones left behind
I cried for the sinners
The rebels like me
I cried for good people
Who were crying for me
My heart broke in two
For my blood
For my heart
For the hurt that I caused
In both my life and yours
I remember the stars
In the October night sky
That night was the first I looked into your eyes
I cry for the broken hearted
I cry for those who are whole
I cry for those not trusted
and I cry for those who are
I cry for the burdens
that each of us bear
that we carry through life
until we're in death's precious care
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