• Outside this window is a world of green.
    A place where everything seems to sing.
    This space I stand in is full of white nose.
    You're far from a sanctuary I know.
    But I'm running out of places to go.
    The moon light is sweet
    but it's the sun that makes you shine.

    Outside this window is a world being tainted.
    A place so amazing but broken.
    This space that I stand I can still see the beauty.
    You're far from being a sanctuary I know.
    But I'm running out of places to go.
    The quite you keep is peaceful.
    The company you steal away is animal.

    Outside this window is a forest I don't know.
    A place I wish to some day run to.
    This spot I stand in gives me a small view.
    It's far from a sanctuary I know.
    But I'm running out of places to go.
    Some day people are bound to over run it.
    Then where will I walk to, to excape the noise this reality makes?