I look through a glass windowpane

And see outside the falling rain,

Washing away my broken dreams

Already bursting at the seams.

Or maybe they were never there.

No one to nourish them nor care

Just how far crumpled wings can soar

If there remains an open door.

But the windowpane has been shut.

Now I’m stuck inside this locked hut,

Where hopes and dreams are crushed and bruised

And every wish has been refused.

If I discover a way out,

Maybe I’ll find what life’s about

When windowpanes are left ajar,

And my dreams are never too far.