Simmer quietly, my love
The worst is still yet to come
Even with my body bruised and battered
War echoes loudly outside our window
I could tell you the pane of glass shall not break
But we would both know then that I am a liar;
Though the walls shake and dust crumbles
The war in our past does not stop haunting
You say to me, "you can stop fighting"
I reply, "I do not understand; look out the window"
Your skin is soft against mine
You say, "my love, the war has been over"
I look up once more and I am undone
The walls we have built stand tall and strong
The sunlight streams through a window untouched
I look back to you once more and find that I am alone
