Through the Window

When you look out from a window; what do you see?

The sun or maybe the clouds; how about a bird hanging from a tree?

If you see any of these things; you and I are nothing alike

Cause when I look out from a window; I see what matters to me

I look past the clouds and into the endless blue sky

It means that there is a lot to see in this world of ours

I see how the wind passes by; carrying things with it

I wish to be like the wind; travel and see everyone and everything