From The Window

From my window I watch the world pass me by,
And I watch you leave, and feel myself cry.
I am a broken, lost, lonely, deprived,
What is my hope, how will I survive?

I don't know if you will forgive me,
Because I made promises I couldn't keep.
Or the pain I caused to you to feel,
with out warrant, with out peace.

How could I expect you to wait,
And I know the feelings of endearment have turned to hate.

With out love, with out peace,
With only crying shame, I am brought to my knees.
Nightmares drive me to the brink of insanity.
And all I have left is this sharp sword of reality.

From the window I watch myself die,
No point to go on, no point to try.
Now I Throw myself to the wolves,
Into the army where I don't expect to return.

Into battle like my family before me,
I will not let this window be my life,
So now I am deciding my fate,
And I pray I am deciding right.