The aches squeals and moans
Come across the window pane
Yet it still stands firm?
The wretched winds and treacherous storms
Come across the window pane
Yet it still stands firm.

The firmness of the window pane
Is so strong and forgiving at first glance
Take another look;
Splitting wood.
The cracks in its very seams,
Were not meant to be there
By any means.

"This window pane needs renewed." One might say,
But because of its pane,
Solitude is found
Now the window
Is humbled
Not proud.