on the other side of the glass window

i've always been on the other side of the glass window,

looking at you, 

you probably don't know, that behind the tinted windows,

there's someone behind who really cares about you.

someone who wants to be there to share your joy,

or be there to listen to your sorrows;

be there to comfort you when you cry,

or to be there to listen to you talk about the glorious tomorrow.

but here am i, on the other side of the glass window,

wondering how to get through.

some day, i think, some day,

i will get to the same side as you.

~anonymous