It was too cold outside, but
He still stood beside the window
with a cigarette in his hand
Expecting it to give the relief
the people in his world never did..
The wind blew through his hair
Giving him the sights of his bare
past, or the shadows he left behind
They still haunt him sometimes
Leaving him with just the one
Cigarette in his hand..
He has his aims and he has his wishes
Like everyone else in the crowd
But something stops him,
or so he thinks, to achieve those dreams
The ones he sees day and night..
With a passion for life
and a philosophy to live by,
He wishes to go so high
But with the regrets he still has
in his mind,
He is just left with the one
cigarette in his hand..
He still stood beside the window
with a cigarette in his hand
Expecting it to give the relief
the people in his world never did..
The wind blew through his hair
Giving him the sights of his bare
past, or the shadows he left behind
They still haunt him sometimes
Leaving him with just the one
Cigarette in his hand..
He has his aims and he has his wishes
Like everyone else in the crowd
But something stops him,
or so he thinks, to achieve those dreams
The ones he sees day and night..
With a passion for life
and a philosophy to live by,
He wishes to go so high
But with the regrets he still has
in his mind,
He is just left with the one
cigarette in his hand..
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