A dismal house with a window bright
A place to go that's always light
Darkness may fall but the window's there
Waiting with a world that's fair
Escape from the stark reality
Become people you'll never be
No longer captive, put on a mask
Say you're playing if they ask
The house may be crumbling over time
But through the window you can climb
Hours, minutes, and seconds pending
You'll always have a happy ending
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was written by my friend Kayla Michelle Morrill