The rain drops on my windows clear with time
And my plants and birds gaze out,
Wishing for the freedom they deserve.
As breeze flows through them, their eyes shut
And they remember what it was like
To feel true earth in their roots
And the way air used to be.
They know the false haven I provide
Is better than what they would return to.
So they sleep by my side
And their dreams of home
Are hauntings of what was
