The Window
It's almost like torture A feeling that I can't escape And it's only getting harder Have I really made a mistake?
Staring through the window Drooling at the pretty toy I see But I just don't have the money I have to have it, it has to be for me!
And yet I see someone else Through the glass with a gleam in their eyes I refuse to let them have it They can't take what is mine!
And as I pound on the glass Oblivious to my demands They take the toy away from me How dare they mock me so!
They've hurt me, burned me Tainted all my memories Of the beauty I had beheld The fool did not know what they did.
Yet, I sighed as they walked away For the glass was too thick And I had not the ability to get it myself So what good is there in getting mad?
Turning away from the window, I saw yet another shop With yet another toy And so it began again.