| My Window |
| Look out my window and you will see my dream of one little girl dancing on a sunbeam her mind is as clear as the air that fills her back in the days when simple things were no world to weigh her down no rep to uphold she freely dances she dares to be bold she is my own creation and so she bares my name she enjoys the sun while it is it here for it will never be the same |
| Marc |