I see an old lady trying to cross
She's blind, I'm guessing, needs a hand
I see her tapping her walking stick on the ground
Through the glass and across the building
I see into another house through the window
A couple quarreling - animated, loud, and clear
She's going to leave him, I hear
Through the glass and in the sky
I see some tiny birds, lovebirds maybe
Tweeting as they fly in patterned discipline
Yet flying in pairs, flying free
Through the glass and into the horizon
I see endless sky and endless sea
The orange rays of the sun beaming through
Easy to state - the horizon is beautiful!
And inside the house,
On the other side of the tinted glass
I sit in the darkness, my stick beside me
I could cross the road if someone helped me
Inside the house,
On the other side of the tinted glass
I tried hard to make it work, more than he
But it just wasn't enough, he left me
Inside the house,
On the other side of the tinted glass
My friends, two lovebirds, sit in their cage
Talking to me in their language
Inside the house,
On the other side of the tinted glass
I feel the sun's rays beaming through the horizon
I feel the warm, moist air against my face
Easy to state, despite all - I'm in a beautiful place.
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