There she sits staring at the sky.
From my desk is where I spy.
Just sitting there little care about much.
Oh how'd I'd love to feel the warmth of her touch.
While here sit crying inside laughing on the out.
Hatred Anguish Sorrow these make me want to scream and shout.
But when I gaze at her sitting in the breeze.
That is the only time when my miserable heart and soul feel at ease.
