The Window
Looking through the window,
I see the life I want to live,
I can smell the sweet existence,
I can feel the sun on my skin,
Cannot look long, I must avert my gaze.
I see the mirror, I see my true self.
I do not like what I see.
I do not like what I hear.
I see... I know I am a failure,
Now that I stop and look I see it clear.
Someday, somehow, someway,
I will look in the mirror,
And see what I saw through the window.
Someday, somehow, someway,
I will look in the mirror,
And see what I saw through the window.
That day won't be today,
That day won't be tomorrow,
But, that day will be soon,
And when that day comes,
I know who will be by my side,
Those I call friends...
Those I call family.
Someday, somehow, someway,
I will look in the mirror,
And see what I saw through the window.
