Girl in the Window by KelseyJo

Time is slow, the days drag on,
life feels like a big chess game, and I'm just a pawn.
I move without moving,and speak without sound,
I check to make sure I'm breathing, that the world is round.
I sit by my window and watch the world rotate,
waiting, waiting, for my furture and fate.
The sparrow doesn't see me, its feed its young,
oh, to be as free as the sparrow, to use my lungs.
I am silent, I live as they want,
not a protest or word, I can feel their taunts.
Maybe one day I will fly as free,
as free as the sparrow, until I'm no longer seen.
So I sit by my window, dreaming and still,
the sparrow still does not see me, as I will.
Does no one see or hear me, as I live?
A word or gesture, to be seen, I would give.
But no one cares, no one sees,
the little girl by her window, only the bees.
She cries and cries great big tears,
but only the sparrow sees, and it fears.
So I sit by my window, and the years pass,
the sparrow comes back year after year, until the last.
One spring the sparrow did not come, as it so faithfully had,
and the woman girl was sad, unbearably sad.
She took to her bed, and grew very ill,
but still no one cared, and she was silent, still.
The end neared, and some one came,
the old woman whispered "Do you know my name?"
The stranger replied no, they did not know,
The sick woman was saddened, she had sunken so low.
No one knew her name butr everuone had one, and she wanted one as they did,
so she whispered, "They didn't name me as a kid."
The stranger smiled, and leaning in,
gave her a name, as precious as kin.
The woman smiled back, and closed her old eyes,
and stopped breathing and was still, as still as the dead lies.
The stranger kissed the old womans head,
and left, leaving the woman in her bed.
And the name she gave the old woman was true,
as true as the sparrow ever was, too.
Do you want to know the precious name? The name that made the woman smile, to, without the sparrow, cope?
Well, I'll tell you the name, my name I had.
It was so precious...it was Hope.