He's sitting by the window
Glancing out at the sky
Thinking and over thinking
Wondering when and why

When will he find tomorrow
As tomorrow has been told?
Will he learn that it's untrue
Or worth time spent getting old?

The sunset is painting his face
Colors tinting his light skin
This beauty never changes
The sky remains as its always been

He's stronger than he knows
A soul withstanding and kind
Just like the purple skies above
He will never be confined.