I stare out my dusty window
The one that my parents haven't yet removed
I wish that they didn't have to go
But my parents are resolved
I've watched the workers break the down
With hammers, chisels, buckets, and saws
I watch with many a frown
But sadly they are still gone
The windows that I loved so well
That shed light into my darkened room
I know my parents try to do good
But the bad they do is worse than hell
The light was lime a wakeup call
To bring me into the world
But now that my windows are gone
My room is like a darkened dusty hall....
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