The light will get in
Through my many cracks and tears
My imperfection

You say we're strangers
But countless times you and I
Met along the way

Here on your doorstep
Am I to bid you farewell?
This cold Autumn eve

A girl in a snow globe, delights in her world,
she watches, enchanted, as the snow falls down,
it drifts and glides and swirls around
before finally landing upon the ground.
until one day she notices the glass,
and she understands (realizes)  the prison at last.