The Tortured Soul

The lady at the window

she's watches as i leave 

She always waits, i look up at her

She then turns away from me.

The lady must have lived here

With her lover dearly parted

She won't leave she still grieves

She remains here broken hearted.

I know she's in my home 

When my key has locked the door

I hear her footsteps scurry

On my wooden hallway floor.

She rushes to the window

She peers and she stares

I try to block her out

But i know she will be there.

She won't appear when i'm in the house 

I know she's always close

It's only through the pain of glass

That i see her as a ghost

She looks so sad i'd love to help

She's haunted and she's lonely

She's confused she can't except

I was not her one and only.