The Window

Just looking out of the window

As night becomes day

People look up to see my dismay

What can I say what can I do

Day after day wandering what to do

Simply a ghost imaginary host

I need the most

Surviving on toast

Brings me no cheer

Oh please let me not have another year

I wanted so much now left out of touch

Look how young do I be

These four walls are killing

I need two as one is hurting me