She sits by the window sill The rain is so steady it look very still She pulls back her long black hair Looking out the old window for him to show that he does care She gently touches a satin pillow Then she looks out at the old big willow Hoping it wasnt a dream The tears she cry run down her face like a stream She can still see it clearly his limp body hanging from the tree The men trying to un tie him it took them til three She still sits by the window sill looking for him.....
Tos Banning Team-121 · Thu Jan 10, 2008 @ 02:25pm · 0 Comments |