Loudly, she dreams today.
Everyone can hear it while they're on their way.
Sickly, is the girl in the window,
The seasons and the people passing,
Same old, same old.

Loudly, he dreams tonight,
Mother is loud again,
The sweat and the substance abuse,
Wafting up the staircase.
"Someday, I will leave this place."

More seasons, more seasons,
And the window is the scene of,
Newfound love and freedom.
Wind chimes, hands extended,
"I will take you away."

CRACKLE!

"I can't!"
And her tears drip down his ***** cheek.
"I'm sorry, I'm too weak."
His eyes darkened and he disappeared.
Yes, it was just a dream.

Sickly, is the young woman by the fire,
Window covered, no light in her.
Strongly, did the door open,
And he stood there dressed as a prince,
A new wheelchair, a throne.

Her eyes flooded like a well in April.
The scars in her heart shattered,
In the wind of the open window,
The smell hit her sniffling nose,
The flowers and the big tree, maple.

She stood, falling on her knees,
He bent and held her up, "Please,
Will you marry me?"
The love was heard by everyone in the town,
Clearly, loudly.