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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