Shattered at my feet,
The shards of my life,
Lying there beneath,
The sad song of strife,
Too small to be seen,
But sharp enough to cut,
To cut everything out of me.
Because all I am is broken glass,
And all I'll ever be is broken brass,
And all I ever dreamed,
All I ever hoped,
All I ever needed,
Is gone just like broken glass.
I am drowning in my tears,
Falling down so hard on the floor,
I stand just to see my fears,
I'm falling because of every slammed door,
So I wait here on this silent hill,
Alone to be crying tears of blood,
To be left behind in the eerie still.
I remember everything that I have been told,
But my body is forever frozen in the harsh cold,
And all I've never seen,
All I never touched,
All I never heard,
Is right here, waiting for me to hold.
All I can see is broken glass,
Each shard, a part of me,
I only have memories of the past,
Bounding me down so I'm never free,
But I still stand for what I own,
I can only be strong to stay alive,
To stay alive to learn the unknown.
My broken glass is burning in a fire,
I'm taken so low I easily tire,
And all I've never said,
All I've never felt,
All I've never heard,
Is all what I will desire.
I must be a delicate flower,
For I am wilted and dead,
Fearing what you're capable of with power,
But because of everything you said,
I am slowly drifting away,
So I won't be here anymore,
I'm gone to find something to say,
So I can't forever let the rain pour.
And forevermore I'll be free,
Because there's a part of me,
That is still whole from the glass.
