window maker

into the open i am moving, taking my chances with the wolves, painting my vision as i'm searching, old tired feet inside these battered boots, seeking shelter in my roots, knowing who i used to be, holding everything i lived, heavy load inside tne heart, lifting my spirit from below, gathering winds i used to blow, standing through the fire and snow, i'm not afraid of the taker my brain is a window maker, reading my future without knowing, my mind is longing to be there. somewhere, tne answer is hidden never showing. no no, can we ever rise from our despair, life was never fair, building towers to the sun, lost children of babylon, keeping everything i saw, so many times i stood in awe, turning the other cheek but still, i was branded by the claw, losing the light that i used to show, in the end when all is done, another window maker starts to run, holding everything i lived, the chains that weigh tne heart, fighting devils from below, escaping the undertow, i gather my winds and i blow, my fame will grow, grinding everything i saw, so much innocence convicted by law