Window to the soul

Briefly but be seen

Your island is private so I breath the air that’s free

Playing by the rules

Wishes that come true

For that you ask for that I wish for you

The story makes one curious

Guessing what is serious

And it is meant to show

The hand or the tears

On a pillow

Dew on a willow

As the ray of sunshine 

Elicits the glow of a life

We get the chance on what’s wrong or right

We play the cards that are dealt to our lap

We choose to jeer or whether to clap

The air that we breath

Is through the crack of a window

Gasping ‘cause the speeds too heavy

Let’s tone it down till we both are ready

And then we’ll look in the rear view