Looking through the window pane,
Seeing with a new light,
The glass distorts the view.
And like a looking glass
The world is all askew.

Upside down, turned around, spinning in the wind.
A dark night,
A lonely sight,
No calm before the storm.
A light shone through
A ray of hope,

Cleaning the window pane.
The world I belong in,
The world I wasn’t born into.

With the endless rhymes,
And the stories to be told.
Like a streak on glass
I linger around,
Not leaving without a mark.