I look outside my window
Hoping the world would change
It never does
And that seems to me always strange
What I do look for exactly?
I really never know
I'm hoping it's fairly tale like
Even that has thunder and snow
I'm hoping I'll know everything
No one, alive with me, knows misery
All can enjoy the brighter side of things
And all can afford harmony
I'm hoping to see feverish help
People rushing to be by people's side
Where the common features are a common step
That all alike fear to harvest pride
Vocabulary's been limited to courtesies
Smiles are more than teeth and lips
Everyone's the best at right and liberties
Knowing what knits and what slips
I believe and what I believe holds true
And the other's has no quarrel with me
And we know when judgement's due
It will fall where it should equally
I hope to see balance outside the window
That body of trickster's transparency
Remove the tricks, let the light pass
Become enlightened for defeating discrepancy
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