I look from the window, and what do I see?

I look from the window, and what do I see?
I see a familiar face, trodding the lane
I see some smile, I see some pain
I see people as busy as can be.

I look from the window, and what do I see?
I sense a long lost mystery in the air
I see some pleasure, I see a tear
And much more, I try to see

I look from my window, and what do I see?
I see women lost in household chores,
I see men lost in soccer scores,
Lust I see, passion I see

I look from my window, and what do I see?
I see the old mount far away,
I see the pines, the hamlets at sway:
Something I really want to see!

I look from my window, and what do I see?
I see a bird fighting the breeze
I see a battalion planning a siege
A lost voyager at sea

I look from my window, and what do I see?
I see a nervous student going for tests
A kid walking to the school he detests
An old man with a stick I see

I look from my window, and what do I see?
The curtain blocks my vision, and nothing I see.