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.
Copyright © Jennifer Stifter | Year Posted 2011
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