Looking Out

Sometimes I wish that you would see

Past the grey days where all I do

And all I say fades into a crying cloud

Raining so much it seems it'll wash

My own tears away.

A broken bird can never fly free.

And I know there's something broken 

But there's no-one here

To agree.

Before I would watch as the 

Trembling took my voice from me.

But now I try, but still

I know your eyes will become stone

As soon as they lay themselves upon 

The one who looks longingly out

Alone, who sits on the windowsill

Knowing there will always be something

To stop him from falling

But his words are stalling

And he is calling

But no-one seems to hear.

So he waits behind the glass.

Seeing all there is to see.

Dreaming of all there is to be.

And wishing for someone to set him free.

From his loneliness.

Waiting for a miracle,

Waiting for you to come near.