Fill the gap
Between the trees
Soften the street
And perhaps, even me.
The yellow window squares
Are tiny pictures
Of other lives
And I wonder
If the people inside
Ever look out
At the street
And also wonder
About people like me.
Soften the street
And perhaps, even me.
The yellow window squares
Are tiny pictures
Of other lives
And I wonder
If the people inside
Ever look out
At the street
And also wonder
About people like me.
