Windows In the Dark
She walks in the night
In hopes the chill will ease her heart
suspecting not the nip that came
when she looked through the windows in the dark
A fathers belt
high in hand
Thinking this will make
his rebel son a man
She walks in the night...
Pretty girl, barley a teen
holding the joint to her lips
In search of feeling anything
than the empty life inflicts
She walks in the night...
He sits before the monitor
a gamers fury colored screen
In rage he screams profanities
trading reality for make believe
She turned around and walked the night
her chill turned bitter cold,
her only thought to hurry home
and her children she longed to hold
Are the days of gathered families
enjoying a movie and playing cards
or sharing an evening meal together
found no more through the windows in the dark?
Where are the lovers
dancing around the living-room
fathers and mothers loving
knowing life will end too soon?
She thinks of all the images we used to dream
and the heart we hoped to impart
when we ourselves were children on our walks
looking through the windows in the dark.
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