Broken Champagne Glasses

She gets the broom and gathers the pieces
And she sweeps them up in a heap
The honeymoon's over, has been for so long
And so are her hopes and her dreams.

She tried to remain, for her love never died
But now, she's just kidding herself
His temper so cold and he is so wild
And she's questioning her own mental health.

Thank God, there were, no children to see
What his heart had become through the years
Her body broken like these many pieces
Her mind crying out in her fear.

She takes one last look at the house she is leaving
She picks up her suitcase and walks to the door
Today she is leaving, but her fear will stay
With the champagne glasses heaped up on the floor.