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.