Against My Windowsill

Butterfly Division

The winds blow hard against my windowsill
A howling voice that never stays still
Leaves like whispers scatter and fall
I sit and listen to the quiet brawl

Against my windowsill
The world fights back
Against my windowsill
The night turns black
I can’t control it
I can’t stay still
The world keeps turning
Against my will

The rain taps soft like a secret knock
Each drop a story
Each crack a clock
The shadows stretch
They twist
They grow
Time moves fast
But it feels so slow

Against my windowsill
The world fights back
Against my windowsill
The night turns black
I can’t control it
I can’t stay still
The world keeps turning
Against my will

The stars peek through the ragged sky
Silent watchers of where we lie
Their light so faint
Yet they never fade
They see the battles we never made