The window that I’m looking through
Is clear so I can see,
And often what I see is where
I think I’d rather be.
Sometimes I’m outside, looking in
Where warmth and love abide,
Where others seem to laugh and smile
And nothing is denied.
Then other times, I’m looking out
Through windows clear and clean,
And see an open freedom yet,
Some walls stand in-between.
Each way I look through sheets of glass,
I see some wanted things,
And as I dream of each I see,
I feel the joy each brings.
