The Open Window

She's strong,
because she knows what it's like to be weak.
She keeps a guard up,
because she knows what it's like to cry herself to sleep.


She makes the world around her happy,
because she longs to be that one.
She dreams bigger than the ocean she stands in front of,
because she longs for her worthless body to fall and become one with the sun.


She's strong,
because she knows what it's like to be weak,
She reaches for the light of day,
because maybe you're going to be the one that saves her,
in her sleep.