Time go by, as the clock tick tick
As the clock strike seven, the sun went up
Yet is another hour had passed.
Lonely is the person by the window,
Looking out on the street as it warm up for just another day.
Who is there to remember the silent and lonely night?
The person who sit by the window through the night?
Is just another fixture in these busy world where necessity
Is the Word and the driving force to survive for yet another hour, another day
The sun is up and streets are filled, it a bright and shiny morning
Where hope is there for grab in this rat race of ours…
The person gets up and retired for the day,
Such a time and place is no comfort for her tiring soul and body
For this is just another blank memory for the world outside the window.
It is just another long busy day.