Out of My Window
Out of my window,
I see emptiness.
People throw their lives out
into a bin to be looking for
a big mess to put up with,
where nobody will be searching for.
Out of my window
is nothing to look at,
but bushes with no birds
singing for tomorrow.
Out of my window
I see a new day full of gratitude
and a new day is welcome
to start with nothimg.
Out of my window
we find a new air to breath
and change the wrong mistakes
to open a new window to look at.
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