This lonely window that I always see
Keep asking the same questions to me
The world that I show you how do u perceive
Is it what I see or is it what you believe
When the clouds run down the earth to heal
Do they ever feel the earth's pain in real
Sun hiding through the roofs of a humble hut
Does he ever know the hut's deepest cut
People moving slowly on a busy street
Have they ever realised whom they have to meet
Whirling leaves through wind so drawn apart
Does the wind see their breaking hearts
Why don't see through me with my own eyes
I will show you the real world before it dies
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