Window of the Country

There, in the window of the country
the preacher lays his sorrow upon
this world, forbidden and sacred till the day
society trickles down a million ways
to bring us back to where we started

this is the town of the common man
attempting to give his helping hand
dreaming of a life in the distant land
knowing not who's building his own grave

this is the room cornering the bride
who finally set aside years of life
to hide herself away from the strife
when her groom was sent out there to fight

this is the ground the scholars body was found
of just a guy who drew himself paper-bound
until someone built the height from which he died 
by laying bricks of expectations much too high

There, in the window of the country
we see the reflection of everyone
waiting within these walls
locked inside till we find a way
to bring us back to where we started