From My Window - The Magic Lantern

From my window

I see you

But you don’t see me

A hundred stories

With no-one in them

But me, and the enemy and you

Your guardian angel’s sleeping

While you’re up here and weeping

You’re cold and shaking

You lonely creature

You clear the ledge deep with snow

The pulse quickens

The tears are dried now

A crowd has gathered below

And mothers baby’s falling

Through arms outstretched and calling

That it’s not the ending

There are just more stories