Looking through the windows, of this shackle of a home!
I see the darkened future, where my self alone shall roam
A road that as no ending, a dream that won't come true
Lost among the trees and forests, with holes inside my shoe.
It's a never ending story, my life as been so sad
Each mountain that i climb, as all turned out just as bad
With every waking hour, i drag this pain with me
As i look out of these windows, there's nothing new to see.
The rain is fast and heavy, there's mist upon the glass
I long to see the summer sun, just let this winter pass!
And tonight as darkness falls, and i lay me down to sleep
I will pray for better things! as i am counting sheep.