Small Window

Flying over Chicago
bare trees lie
in the white snow
Daylight fades
and lines of cars flash
Across the night
in red and gold
What a view from
my small window
What a view from
my small window
On the way another new home
Looking out on the streets
I've come to know
And different faces
but they'll remind me of
Those I love far from here
Gristle water in a blue dream
Stretching further than I can see
I try and try to swim all the way
But must learn to
use my body well
You wake me with
your gentle caring voice
For all I long or for found oh
I rejoice