Reflections I am listening through my window To lives being led Words being said And it's all in my head I am deafened by air rushing through my ears I am blinded by sunlight refracting through tears But I'm not alone...no I'm not alone I have a sense of destiny I have a vision of swirling colours I have a slender figure And my arms are graceful I have a guardian angel His breath is on my neck When I look through a window I can see myself Elana Steingart