Looking through her window as the leaves begin to change.
Falling gently,orange and red resting on the ground.
The sky so blue above her head,white puffy clouds wisping by.
Looking through her window,it's like a painting she can touch.
But what can be seen looking from the outside in.
Can she be seen as beautiful,as what lies on the other side?
Looking through her window she wonders what people see.
When they look through the glass can they really see me?
Looking through her window she see's a beautiful world.
But her side of the glass is shattered and that's all you can see.
Looking through her window not knowing what others see.
Can they see past the broken glass can they see me?
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