I look through the window
I see clouds, black as the infinite space beyond them
Clouds ,black, and the wind is the shepperd who guides them
I look into your eyes
I see faith,hope, expecting the future to come
Fear,anger, accepting the past that is gone
I look at you
I see happiness, you with your next almost-husband-to-be
Rage, thinking that could have been me.
I look at the past
I see us for worse or for better
i've tryied hard I got far had to fall lose it all
but in the end it doesn't even matter.