the glass fogs from the harsh winter breathe
a window to a world so cold so unknown
quietly studying a symphony of life at its purest;at it’s beginning
small snowflakes cover the cities outer shell
yet there’s still a warmth felt inside me
fires burn with florescent glows to pave through the dark
it’s deep orange rays cast hope to those in need
the vibrations from their expressions melts down the walls
destruction so elegant, so right
the wind began to swirl so close me
Clearing the view i had been looking all along
A world where the fog will always clear
The night will always hold light
And the walls that surround so long and wide
Can open up. leaving you in your small window
To see the world for what it really is
