still carved in yellowed glass
 while her features run
 painted - vitrified
 the truth I laid it down in her lap
 fragile present
 filled up every view
 of emptiness

 and
 the windows cried
 as she walked across
 the halls left back decayed
 the windows criedsight is failing
 weakened he turns away

 silhouette
 I can't erase the lines ... her lines
 though I know I could
 always recall it on my mind
 from the outside
 the voices gently swing
 announcing days
 out of sight

 out of sight