The Window, The Sky and I
The Window whispers to me
It told me it wanted to be free
And no longer cry
The Window called to the key
It responded shaken; a little shy
It said you know you can see
When it comes time to say goodbye
All you allow is a regretful sigh
Holding onto those that might want you to die
But love is not bartered or anything you buy
Manipulation is not a truth in a lie
Sometimes a ripple in an ocean
Will lead you to a big devotion
Worth more than being locked away
Wait awhile, so please stay
But Freedom will come one Mayday
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