Each night as the sun goes down, darkness visits a sleepy town,
A usual stroll through the streets brings peace before dreams.
What’s noticed from a mans eyes within the blackness is a window,
A dark building shows off the faint light that glows from behind a shade.
As i pass by every night along my route of walking i wonder about the light,
Who might be there beyond the walls surrounding this one and only window.
Always seems so quiet, could there be laughter or singing on the other side,
Someone quietly reading a book, dreaming of what’s out there in the world,
Beyond their window, do they wonder of things that are a mystery to them.
Is there a possible sadness that wanders around inside, whom might hide,
A name must be attached to a soul with a life, only a light in the window is seen.