Small Window

Flying over Chicago, bare trees lie in the white snow Daylight fades and lines of cars flash Across the night in red and gold What a view from my small window What a view from my small window On the way another new home Looking out on the streets Ive come to know And different faces but theyll remind me of Those I love far from here Gristle water in a blue dream Stretching further than I can see I try and try to swim all the way But must learn to use my body well You wake me with your gentle caring voice For all I long or found oh, I rejoice