Sitting in my room alone
Wrapped warmly in a quilt
Cold wind blowing outside my window
Feeling not a pang of guilt
...
She wakens in the still of night
In need of much more sleep
The room is dark & quiet
But for a faint glow by her feet
...
He sits staring out the window
As he does many hours of the day
He watches the sparrows flying about
And wonders if they are chirping
...
I wish that I could run free
In a field of sunflowers
And play with the butterflies
For hours upon hours
...