I am the shattered glass
The broken outline of a forgotten past
Jagged pieces slashing holes
In each of my starring roles.
I’m not a melody to be played
But I’ll sing the chorus, stand in the parade
Held together by thin stitches
My wails of sorrow drowned out by ascending pitches
A marionette dangling on the stage
Desperately holding on through this turbulent rage
Who would pick up my parts?
Reassemble a broken heart?
Gave my soul away
To a man I thought would stay
So I untangle the mess
And free myself from the abscess
Made into a new day
Scattered sunbeams to light the way
Broken pieces gilded in gold
To form a window to the unknown road