Luluc
Small Window
Flying over Chicagobare trees line the white snowDay light fades and lines of cars flashacross the night in red and goldWhat a view from my small windowWhat a view from this small windowOn the way another new homeLooking out on streets I'll come to knowAnd different faces, but they'll remind me ofthose I love far from hereCrystal water in a blue dreamstretching further than I can seeI try and try to swim all the waybut must learn to use my body wellYou wake me with your gentle cooing voicefor all I long,for far more I rejoice.
From Letras Mania