The Days go By
(Under a Clouded Sky)

It’s not the time,
To ask what I want.
It’s never the time,
All I do is haunt.
I stare out the window,
At the snow covered field.
And wish I were somewhere else,
It’s a secret to which I yield.
I sit and dream for hours,
Wishing I could be somewhere else.
Staring at the snow coming down,
Not wanting to be in this house.
And one by one the days go by,
And I’m still here.
The same old wishes,
And the same old fear.
And week by week,
I still dream and pray.
But there’s no sign,
The sky stays grey.
And month by month,
My hopes fade more.
My vision blurs,
My eyes turn sore.
And I stare out the window,
Because I always do.
I watch the snow come down,
Something simple but true.
What life I have left,
Is spent right here.
And only sometimes do I laugh,
But I never cheer.
And the grey sky’s throw the snow,
And the field turns white.
And to me it seems,
Like there is no light.
So I sit and watch out the window,
And see nothing new.
But everything is,
I just dream of you.

WhiteNite