The World Outside My Window

There's a world outside the
Window into my stone cold heart.
And it's light never reaches
Into the depths of who I am.

And yet, still I can see, and hear
The noise outside.  The echos
and sweet whispers of a love.
And hear sometimes the
Shadow of a footstep as she comes.

The window is shut, and the lock is tight,
But the rap of a hand on the glass
Is louder than any noise before.
Will she ever open up the window?
Shine her bright sunlight through?

There is a spiral staircase,
It's outside the door into me.
Will you knock?  I'll open up.
Just knock softly, and I'll hear.

There's a stained glass window,
Trying to show me a world outside.
But I'll never see, I'm just trapped
Inside of who I am and who I'll be.