Like an intruder, piercing through the window,
You see it through the glass, your buried sorrow.
No matter how hard you try, pain will grow.
Don’t look away, just take it in your hand.
Place it on your chest, and feel the impact.
Let it enter, like an hourglass filling with sand.
Let the scars cover it up, it’s time to act.
If you ignore it, pain will show,
Like an intruder, through the window.