Little window cleaner, I wish you wouldn’t look at me like this.
The ghosts of your childhood in your eyes is something I cannot miss.
6 years old, shamelessly told, to go about washing car windows,
Why do you want to help people see, when they choose to ignore you from the comfort of their leather seats?
Little window cleaner, your destiny lies much beyond what you realize,
So don’t be disheartened by the cold hearts, those inconsiderate eyes.
But this destiny, I can’t help you get there, no one can,
I can’t even help you feel better from where I stand.
I can’t give you money to give you reason to eat,
Lest your parents send you out again to beg on the street,
Knowing the innocence in your eyes can be used for reasons wrong,
Little window cleaner I hope you realize one day that you are strong.
If you weren’t, I don’t think I would have written this for you,
I hope you read this one day and realize you’re stronger than you ever knew.
Till then you need to give yourself reasons to exist,
Even when those same reasons might appear unfair or incessantly jinxed.
If you need a reason to stay alive, look at one of the windows you clean,
Then, little window cleaner, you will understand what I mean.
I will pray that the day I tell you about will come to you soon,
And that God saves you from a fate of rotting away in this dark cocoon.
Thank you Little window cleaner, for the little inspiration that I stole.
Thank you little window cleaner, for cleaning the windows of my soul.