Window pane

Lord Frith rises and each day falls

Hours passing, moments small

Tinted panes in lonely spaces

Misplace trust on smiling faces

Gaze aloft the skies above

Wondering what we learn't from love

Clasping hands in futile bonds

Dreaming of a life beyond

Waters far and oceans deep

Thoughts like jackels, in they creep

Heavy hearts wrapped up in thorns

When will the world be reborn?