Outside My Window

The world outside my window,
is an ever changing place,
one minute its dark and dreary,
the next a smiling face.

I hear the voices full of laughter,
and some filled with fear,
some get stronger and louder,
while some just disappear.

Its always just the voices,
never do I see the face,
of the things that haunts my window,
just outside my safe place.

I hear many different stories,
from the voices of which I speak,
many different secrets,
some of which I will always keep.

They are always outside my window,
never close yet never far,
always talking amungst themselves,
mystical just like a star.

They help me clear my head,
just listening to their tales,
because the world outside my window,
helps me and never fails.

If I see the faces,
behind the voices I hold so dear,
then maybe their advice and tales,
my mind would start to fear.

So they stay outside my window,
their identities unknown to me,
but only cause in doing so,
their words can set me free.

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