The infant peers out,
of the window
as it soars high up in the sky.

Introduced by those,
who beget her,
into the land of opportunity.

the years passed by,
infant to toddler to a young adult,
cradled by this lavish land.

The memories with her folks,
the life engrained in her blood,
as she prepares to soar.

With a heavy heart,
she vacates her second
home, with hope for better.

Alas, there she peers out,
of the same window, for the last time
as that life becomes a memory.

The strings of tears from
the skies,
fall on the earth,
as she sheds away,
her sorrows
on to the bodies,
of the flora into the
soil, bestowing life
through her tears.

While I gaily
tread the grass,
drenched, in
her tears of life

I sit by the window
as I sip my coffee,
and celebrate our joys.

I imagine that you will
come home with the sunshine,
but your coffee's gone cold

They call me a sinner,
           all because of,
                   the sin inside of you
                           that still thrives in you,
                                  as I strive,
                                          to emerge, from
                                                 the ashes from hell
                                                         you left me to burn in.