I look out of the window,
I see the morning sun pouring in.
The sky drowns in blood red sunbeams.
People walk by,
I’m getting used to nobody hearing the whispers of nature
Anxiety is written all over this place,
And back home the silence reigns.
I miss the cozy whispers of my home,
That is where my mind will roam;
And I despise the shouting of this town’s womb.