The Window And Me

I see the sun, rise and fall proclaiming the day,
but still I have to lie here and stay.
My family course through the room saying everything is alright,
but all I want to do is get away from these stale lights.
How could something be so bright but hold no life,
just get these tubes out of my arm and thing will do even a knife.
The Doctors tell me I will be home soon to start my life once more,
but some how I doubt it will be like before.
Outside it always seems around to that point with me,
seeing all these people out there being free but not me.
I got upset one day and through a cup at the window pane,
just to have one chance to relieve this heart ache and pain.
My mother cursed me and my dad told me it was the wrong thing to do,
so tell me would you do the same if I were you?
I even tried to draw the curtain over and over just to get out the light,
but its some thing I long for my soul only wishes to see the sight.
Finally after months I was ready to come out in to the world I missed,
and as I looked down from my window a bird hit the pain I guess it was pissed?

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2005