Windows

Wind makes them talk Rain breaks their sleep When sorrow nags at you Suffocating your soul You just have to open them Gaze out to feel your blood flow To know there's life still Moving in the street Where playing children' voices float And a car rushes by Honking to clear its way And when you must shut all the doors For you don't want the world To probe your wounds Or to throw a volley of questions at you At that hour you can always open the window And invite the external air Without being digged into