I looked out the window
\nMy chin resting on my open palm
\nThe glass fogged
\nAs I peered out
\nCars filled with people
\nSome lonely, some afraid, some dead inside
\nSome looking for life, and some giving up on it
\nTrees blending into one another
\nBlack top, yellow lines
\nBlack top, yellow lines
\nI pulled up my sleeve
\nAnd wipe away the clouds
\nForming on my window
\nI watch more cars pass by
\nIn a hurry to reach nowhere
\nEach face in the car
\nBlank as they stare forward
\nEyes only on the destination
\nNot the beauty on the way
\nA car pulls along side us
\nSilver and low to the ground
\nA mom talking on the phone
\nBut in the back
\nSat a little girl
\nShe was looking out of her window
\nRight at me
\nFor a moment I just stared back
\nIt felt like an eternity
\nThat our eyes were latched together
\nIn that instant
\nI knew her
\nI knew her whole life
\nAnd I am sure she knew mine
\nShe was the daughter ignored
\nShe made her own world
\nBecause the one she had
\nHad no place for her in it
\nI could see her parents in her eyes
\nArguing, yelling
\nShe heard it all through thin walls
\nAnd cried herself to sleep at night
\nShe was the odd man out
\nAlways the child in the back seat
\nShe didn\u2019t need them
\nOr their fickle love
\nShe had all she needed
\nBut not all she wanted
\nShe made her own way
\nThrough a treacherous life
\nAnd always would
\nI raised my hand
\nAnd waved to her
\nI smiled and nodded slightly
\nAnd she did the same
\nAnd our cars moved on
\nOur worlds separated
\nJust a moment
\nThat our worlds touched
\nI wonder what she saw in my life
\nWhat she thought
\nOf a stranger through a car window
\nI just sat back and smiled
\nMy mom looked over at me and smiled back
\n\u201cWhat are you smiling at?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing\u201d I reply
\nBecause no one could understand
\nHow I understood
\nSo I keep her world a secret
\nLocked tightly away
\nOf a daughter ignored
\nAnd a world passing by<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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