Writer

Words & Music by Meghan Lynch, Copyright 2003

I peer through windows and watch the world go by
Crave for attention but from the light I shy
I see pretty people dressed in white
I see humble people out of sight
And I sit back 
And I write it down
But I never make a sound

Yesterday she was crying up on the fifth floor
Begged for an answer to him her heart she did pour
The next day a new face walked through that door
A new body to hold she could settle the score
And I sat back
And I wrote it down
But I never made a sound

Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I wonder why I can't get another
Chance to make it better
Or just one chance at all
I'll catch myself if I fall

There is an old couple from years before
Every night I hear splashing on the floor
She bathes him and then they smile more
No words are exchanged but they say this is what life's for
And I sit back 
And I write it down
But I never make a sound

There is a young boy who you've seen before
Clouds painted on his ceiling, green grass on his floor
He cries from the cries next door
Doesn't know what to do but can't take much more
And I sit back
And I write it down.

I wanna be heard I'll scream it loud clear
From the top of the mountain, I am here
I have a voice
I have a song
I have a spirit that is long 
And it carries over buildings tall
Watching all the people great and small.

And I'm one of those people they'll call my name
I'll read what I wrote and they'll sell me fame
And if they don't
They'll still see
A face in a window that's me.