Behind windowpanes
We passersby
Staring never caring
Enough to stay a while
Investments far too much
Vulnerability a fear
Unless it's feel good
And nothing to hold dear
Everyone's so slow to come
Yet quick to leave
And though i understand
It's something i can't believe
—
The capabilities we have
In each day and age
Are taken for granted
So painstakingly
Though we're satiated
We're discontent
Nothing's good enough
And we don't know what is
—
The wondеr is lost
On our newborn minds
So easily maybe it's
Not thеre to find
Innocence
And sanity
Aren't ours
They're His
Pray may we humble
Our haughty heads
Ask for His
Guidance