My Window

Look out my window

Toward the changing sky

Look out my window

Never wondering why.

See the ever tainting hues

Drifting off into the sea of blues.

The shiny, dewy band of brass

Slipping off the blades of grass

Tell my heart a different story

One not filled so much with glory.

Look out my window

Never wondering why

Look out my window

There, the power lines.

The majestic silver traced with beauty,

Dirtied by the evil duty,

Filling up the darkening sky

Thrusting bold what once was shy.

Telling my heart a different story

One not filled so much with glory.