I wished for little window, so I could see the mind. The person could be sleeping, and I could be polite.
Through that kind of window, many people could look by. And all that they would see could be the dreamiest of their mind.

I hope, wish and act on the one true, desire.

Be good to people, and act kind.

I hope, that people would not look outside.
As the window is the true heart of mine.
Even thou sometimes, I may seem, not such a polite.