It’s an illusion of grandeur
this glass house that I build
And it will hide from vision
like no disguise ever will
and it will protect me from the stones
that all my friends and loved ones throw
and keep secret all the secrets
that my mortal enemies know
this glass house is my savior
this glass house with it’s glass floor
and it’s red windowsills and lace curtains,
and it’s little blue wooden door
my protector and my shelter
my castle, throne, and high domain
where I shall be safe and secure
and never hurt again
from a billion grains of sand
to this sleek, smooth wall of dreams
where a reflection is but an illusion
and nothing is what it seems
because the walls they will crumble
and the windows will fall to the floor
and so will the roof, and the curtains,
and my little blue wooden door
at the very first pebble that’s thrown
at the very first secret that’s spilt
it’ll break into shards and shatters
like a petal in the hot sun it will wilt
and I’ll be a queen among all the ruin
standing high amongst the glittering and the light
with diamonds at my feet I will walk
from my little glass house, and out into the night.
