Open Window

I see the bricked wall 
Mortared with steel
You guide my eye to a secret passage 

I see a wasteland
But when I kneel
You speak of wonderland waiting for me 

I see starvation
Stones for my meal
You reach out to me with my daily bread

I see the grey rain 
No hope to feel
You fly white flowers in front of my eyes

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