The Window

Through the window, peace or pain
Is the glass clear, or is it stained
The world outside, alive drive by
We all see it, do you hide
Open the glass, smell the air
Is it fresh, maybe stale
Open your heart, it's not hell
Reach out, help
There's nothing else
All you can, try your best
Make a plan, hold your stand
Where ever it may be, land or sea
It's the people, that we see
Outside your widow, do you believe
Is it pain you feel, or is peace instilled

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