He looks beyond the window
Into the desolate sky
And wondering were he could be
In a year or so in time
He begins to nibble upon his nail
Bites his lip and sighs
And brings his eyes back down to earth
Away from the naked sky
He now picks up his phone
Wondering who he can call
Wondering who would listen
Before the darkness falls
He puts down the phone
And looks beyond the window
Again!
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