Life Looking Out by Blossom Mack


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As I look out my windowsill
I see many go by
See many fall trying to reach for the sky
I hear the sad stories they tell of their years
Even shed those same hurtful tears

As I look out my windowsill
I see the same crowd walking by getting smaller
See the kindness getting meaner
The feeling of anger fills the air
Saying those same words "Life isn't fair"

As I look out my windowsill
I see an empty street
Only presence--the feeling of defeat
The past nothing but faint words passing through
As I yield to share the same rebirth as my soul flew