i look out my window and what do i see
the junk of the people that used to live here going deep into the soil
making more layers of dirt
i see the black sky
filled with stars and the moon
clouds cover the moon
and all of a sudden it pops out the other side
showing that even though sometimes we loose hope
there is still a light out there that will show us the way
i see the rain trickling down touching the earth
saying i come down from heaven when the angels cry
i help plants grow
i see all the trees stretching their branches as far as they can go to touch the sky
i see the summer come and go leaving behind a little sign that it had been here
i see a bottle of liquior on the graval saying that the person that bought it might have not gotten home safley to see their loved ones
i see a woman going into a grocery store buying whatever is needed at home
i start thinking about the children that don't have their mothers that are alone without any shelter and are cold
i see the world as aplace to live in but maybe for others it's ust a homw for ashort period of time.
every sound that i hear is music
every time i look out my window i see what is making the sound
like it says in the movie august rush " music is everywhere we just have to listen"
we take so much time hearing but we don't listen
we ask why everything is so hard
we have everything we need but we don't think about what others are going through
just look out your window and think about what u see.
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