Her Windowsill

She had plants on her windowsill
Every day the sun would warm her still
She had hope they would grow
Bigger than what her future had to hold

Telling her to leave telling her to run

She had plans she would go far
In the light she rose but it was always dark
She had hope she would grow
Bigger than what her future had to hold

Telling her to leave telling her to run
Telling her to leave telling her to run

But she’s hurting
And I’ll wait for you

She had plants on her windowsill
But we’re
Telling her to leave telling her to run