Windows...I am your friend, I am your window on the world… We stand behind the windows, and watch the world outside… and if the wind blows cold and mean, we are safe, secure inside. Let me be your window, and show you from within… the beauty of a summer storm, the ballet of the wind. Share with me your secret thoughts, and fears that trouble deep… and I will be your window, to protect you while you sleep. For friends are like our windows, they help us see through storms… they are there when skies are crying, through them we see rainbows born. So place your fingers on my skin, as you would a window’s pane… and I will let the sun shine through, and see your dragons slain. And should your heart be lonely, and you gaze out through the glass… Remember to look, through the eyes of a friend, and the bad times soon shall pass. I am your friend, I am your window on the world… and I shall keep the sand from eyes, when storm winds start to whirl. All I ask for in return, is to remember from this day… that it is you, that helps me see, a window looks both ways… Ron Walker July 1998
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