Looking Through The Window
I gaze through the window of families I see, so happy and smiling, and wish it was me.
Love seems to be very materialistic in my home. It can change the room from gloom to blooms in an instant I have learnt.
If only they wouldn't drink, perhaps just stop and think. They may have made some careful choices with their tongue.
Tamed their hurtful words, and turned the music down.
Instead of cranking it right up, and pass unconscious on the ground!
If they hadn't always been encouraged to "just have a quick half" Of course it never was, nor do I think it was ever meant to be!
Oh the awful scenes I've witnessed, things I can't unsee. The shameful moments you put me through. For all the world to see!
It's funny when at a friend's house, I saw how a home should be. Sharing, caring, laughing with a loving family.
I know it wasn't all bad, and some memories I hold dear. Just not enough of those to cherish, and quickly turned to fear!
Looking through the window, would mostly make me sad. The yearning and desire of the love I never had!