Through the glass, the window pain. It caught my eye I see a thing.
This thing of grace, moves gracefully. And it looks back and stares at me.
But when it looks what does it see? A balding man, a ZKini me.
A grown up child, an adolescent. Someone who suffers much depression?
A thing of bone, a thing of flesh. A thing of things and such a mess.
Someone who tried, someone who failed. Someone did wrong and went to jail.
Someone who’s paid for all their sins. Someone who wants to start again.
So a new start this person needs, To grow some roots and plant some seeds.
To see some things he needs to see, to see her smile, that smiles for me.
And through the glass i saw her see, Me catch her. staring at me.