Staring through a snow white window when she's 75
She watches the 14 year old girls converse
fresh, faithful, full of pride
their pure hearts live without damage
Staring at the withering roses
She planted when she was five
She gets a feeling from deep, down below somethings not right
Previously red cheeks are now a fragile pink
How did time disappear in the blink of an eye?
When did her choice of atire go out of style?
How did her age seem to pass by?
When did her wild night outs become passive bingo mornings?
Every day tasks take too much effort
So she thinks'She thinks to those girls enjoy life while you can
Because tomorrow you might wake up and be the one staring out a window
Snow white window when you're 75
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