The Window

Her life is like a window
In a building all alone.
She has no one to help her,
And to get away from home.

She is like a window,
Shattered from years of rain.
The glass is spread across the floor
From the broken window pain.

The window represents the life
That she once used to live.
The broken glass now represents
The love her parents never give.

Everyone who walks past her,
Just point at her and stare.
From the scratches on her arms,
And the tangles in her hair.

Her life is like a window,
Stranded in the rain.
Shattered glass across the floor,
From the broken window pain.

2006