Lying on your bed
There’s no view to speak of
Just another window
With the blinds pulled down
You can’t hear the sirens
There is the distance
Another family torn apart
Violence at the underground
You’re eyes see birds
Flying in the cloudburst
Calling out her name
All else is a blur
If we could talk forever
We wouldn’t say a single thing
We are different blood
Sitting here together
Your features are so well refined
A living artefact to human form
What you see is just a guess
A shadow of a former self
From the window what can you see
No love no wealth no legacy
You’ll fly with the birds
Up and over into cloudbursts
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