Through this glass, I see a man of pain.
I see him sighing away his hurt.
His only recognition is his guilt,
and a lack of promise from this world.
Seeing the sweat drip from his head,
as he gently picks up the phone.
Smiling in excitement, stilled by pain,
with the remark, "I'm tired of feeling alone."
His sallow skin, still dripping wet.
It's late at night, I dream of your face.
There's a wall between us, made of stone,
Holding me back, away from this place.
I get on my knees and touch the sky,
and suddenly the time moves fast.
I pray that your pain will ease,
and it'll erase the mistakes of the past.
I sit here as time slows down again,
and I studied his darkened eyes.
He pulls out my picture and kisses it,
I touched the glass, smiling, as a reply.
As the door opens, it's already time to go.
I blow a kiss, walking towards the door.
Watching him turn with tears in his eyes,
another walks out, dressed in solid orange