The Window Chime

A cold breeze filling the night,
The coldness between days,
And some people would say,
"What is so bad?"
They don't see things my way.

Another night,
The screams, the pain,
They say all it is is time,
And all night as the clock ticks by,
I hear distress and the window chime.

They see the scars,
I see the past.
They say I'm being stupid,
I know I am lost,
Lost in a world polluted.

Maybe I am wrong,
But how could that be,
The world I see,
It feels so real,
It always has to me.

Every night and every day,
Whether I am on earth
Or in this new place,
All the time, the window chime
Singing at its own pace.

This is my life,
Slow, confusing,
And they don't understand
How it is to be me,
Living in my own fairly land.

Everyday, drops of blood,
Floods of tears,
Counting the years,
The years go by and still I ask why,
Why are there so many fears?