The Third-Floor Bedroom Window

 
It all began
When some old man
Let some sunshine in
Left the window open
It was only stale air
Running through his gray hair
He wanted to feel
Something fresh, something real
So he flung back the curtain
He was never more certain
Today was the beginning
Of a the battle he'd be winning
He would suppress all of the pain
Firm grip on the window pane
His pride his only ally
His hardened heart would live by
A rule that he would be happy alone
He'd forget how he had once called her his own
And how much their love had blossomed and grown
And how the restless days would drone and moan
In love again he'd like to be
But his heart had died and so had she
It all began when some young guy
Noticed an open window and decided to spy
Now he was old and angry in his doom
Standing where he first saw her, in her third-floor bedroom
"It all began when someone left the window open..."