Through the Window

What I wouldn't give

To turn the clock back

And make things

How they once were.

Turn the clock back

To the time when you would

Smile with your eyes

And you had rose petals

For cheeks.

Alas, the past is past.

Who knows if you

Will ever be that you again?

I'm no prophet. I can't see the future.

I couldn't say

If I will ever get you back.

I miss the you I remember,

The you I see in the

Deepest depths of your eyes.