Window, Window Where Do I Belong

Every day the same girl Stares out her window. It’s like she sits there waiting, For something to happen. But every day she is a little less satisfied, Because tears roll down her cheeks. She looks trapped, lonely, Like there is something more out there Then what lies in her hands. What is she waiting for? What else is out there waiting for her? Is there someone out there Who longs for her, As much as she longs for them? She watches the world pass her by Minute by minute Hour by hour There’s a place out there Somewhere other than home Where she feels she belongs. In the arms of someone Whose love will never end.