By the Sea, by Anna A.

From my bedroom widow I see,
Hidden and cloaked in night.
A glowing city by the sea
Where I shall be by light

Never shall my fantasy be,
So distant from my sight
My life in boxes, I am free,
To leave here if I might

The lights like guides calling me home,
Tapping on my windows,
I feel that I must surely roam,
When the morning sun shows

All that is left, a memory
I fear it is too late.
Where I should be is by the sea
Till light I watch and wait