I am looking out the window,
Waiting for the rain. I play the guest to my own downfall, At my expense I play the game. I see the future crawling The further on I go. The old cigars, The dampened room, The sun has set, The rivers flow. I am looking out the window, This was the view throughout my youth, Did I escape or did I fall? Yet, brick by brick, I build the wall. I see the world is yearning, Oh, round and round I go… This gilded cage has no escape, They’ve lost the key, But there is hope. I am looking out the window, somehow it always seems to rain… I long for change, I long for snow, I long to live… …I long to go. ...Toffears
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