Through my window,
Where it all began.
Something about the story
Of a lover and a friend.

Through my window,
I've seen it all.
Where love blossom
But the other didn't fall.

Through my window,
How it all starts.
When everything falls apart
Blame it on the state of the heart.

Through my window,
the story ends.
Where love did it's part
But still it didn't happen.

Through my window,
A lover and a friend they stayed
And love between them,
Is something that
couldn't be create.

And forcing this love could be forcing hate
Because that's not how love is made.

© M. Danh