I stand outside and look through the window. I see the light and the warmth and I want to be a part of it
I want to be where you are but where is the door?
I search and search but I can't find the way in
What am I missing, what do I need?
I am looking and searching but this door is not in sight. What knowledge do I need, what key am I missing?
As I walk around and my feet grow weary and my eyes grow tired, I wonder how worth it really is
I stick my hand through my window and catch a feel of what it's like
I begin to be pulled in by the activities within when the wind picks up and slams my little window closed
I am reminded of all I lack and all I don't know
The list of things that I don't have
As I slide down to the ground and stare out into the darkness around this little house I wonder what else is out there.
If I looked would there be something better, somewhere with a door that I can open