Beyond the window frame, a world does lie,
In all its splendour, neath a cloudy sky,
And there I sit, alone with my despair,
Gazing out at all that’s fair.
The trees sway gently in the breeze,
As birds flit about with graceful ease,
And all around, I see the play,
Of light and shadow, night and day.
Yet, in my heart, there lies a weight,
A sorrow that I cannot shake,
For in this world, I am confined,
To view the beauty, but not to find.
No matter where I turn my gaze,
No matter how I spend my days,
I am but a captive in this space,
A prisoner of my own fate.
So, as I sit and watch the view,
I wonder what it is I’ll do,
To break free from this life of mine,
And find a way to live divine.
But till that day, I’ll sit and stare,
At all the beauty beyond the square,
And dream of a life beyond the frame,
Where I can live without shame.