I stare out the window High above the city I see the house I once owned I miss this tiny house was once home I got all I ever wanted and more But I miss our little tiny home If only it wasn’t too late to call Never knew hearts could acke this strong I stare out the window High above the city

Searching for something to anchor. Thoughts swirled in her mind. She’s caught in a restless wind. Gaze flicking between the window and the sky. Searching for something to anchor her spinning mind.