A window can be such a lonely place
When waiting for your friend to come home
People pass by, but never drop in
The room feels quiet, and you're alone
I think of all the good I felt
When I was with him yesterday
The clock ticks forever upon the wall
Hurry home friend, hurry home to play
Pooh Bear
Copyright 2006 Craig Franklin

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