When I was very young
I noticed the window; never thought twice about it
For mist shrouded the pane; too blurry to see through
Fascinated by other wonders of the world
Never did I give it a second glance

I grew up a bit
And my curiosity was at its peak
I cleared the mist; I saw
A sight that puzzled me
It seemed to shine with independency
And a dark cloud of tension and worry was there
And so was the glimmer of hope

As I matured
I longed to open the window permanently
And the day came when I did
And I wished that I could be small again
Never giving a second glance to the
Closed window