I try and make all things feel so right.
Cars pass back and forth on my street
Making me wonder who they may meet
outside my window life goes on
While I'm inside watching the great beyond
Do they have somewhere else to be
None of them will ever meet me
The mobile jungle out on the street
Have their own shadows and drums to beat
All strangers to me as they go by
looking down missing the bluest of skies
Missing natures beauty and reality
In our worlds wondrous tapestry
It’s quite lonely while I sit and watch
I hear the ticking of the Mantel clock
Every day and every lonely night
I try and make all things feel so right.
I guess there are many just like me
Who sit inside and often see
The rat race maze powered by greed
Souls fail to see wild flowers and seed
The beautiful scenery outside is lost
To a concrete waste of brick and dust
Some fail to make it through the rough
While others cry when it gets tough
It’s quite lonely while I sit and watch
I hear the ticking of the Mantel clock
Every day and every lonely night
I try and make all things feel so right.
Ticking away the moments and days
Time moves on in mysterious ways
My window is my favorite view
As I recall my Days with You
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