The One Reason

Looking In

There she is, I see her again.

A little girl, around age eleven

Who is she you say? I really don’t know

But her face lights up the world, it seems she makes the world turn so slow

I don’t see her often, she’s always inside.

She is the reason, I come up each morn in the sky

To see her beautiful face, I guess she doesn’t feel the same way

For each day she goes to that building before I’m awake

She comes out long after I’ve gone to sleep

But when I do see her, even just a peak

She never smiles, I look on her sadly

I want to fix it, to see her happy

I want her to laugh and to play

The way she ought to be every day.

I want to help her, make a better life begin

But I’m doomed to spend every day just looking in.