Through the window

Cry because you want to
smile because you care
there are no restrains binding you down
except ones you care to make.

It's all pandemonium
never resting still in one place.
It's always a vagabond want
that seems to be chasing us away.
the sky changes colour sometimes
but forever stays right up there
the roads below them go on for miles
without winds to brush their dust away.

Faith breaks down losing sight of hope
The lights glow dim as we ponder
thinking has led us to solutions wise
and the same has led to thunder.
we reside in our own memories
fighting battles that are always our own
on the outside we keep fighting for each other overlooking what is already known.

with each day we are surer still
of what we can do from our window sill
but with each passing day we step further away
further away from our window sill.

we've grown old watching fellowmen pass
and we've lost count of days gone by so fast

we've learnt much from our journeys through the window
now we've started stepping back to places that we know.