I look up through the window,
and see the light shine in
but wonder what's beyond it
about the world not within
theese darker holding walls
that I can always see
are there others out there
others just like me?

Will I ever see it,
will I ever go,
see what's beyond thesse walls
and out that window?

But all I can do now here,
is sit and ponder why,
but I can always look up
and see the blue sky.

I think of others, not so lucky,
as to have a window there,
the others that are below me
deep deep within.

I can still look up and wonder
at what lies not within
and see the brightened sunlight
shine from there within.

The frames of that hight window
I peer out still today
and sit and wonder when I will
see out them if I may.
~Jessica~