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When Glass Shatters
This is what it feels like – when the heart aches
And the pieces all break
Some days I think I have them all – but then
I cry out, screaming, when will they be one again?
Every push, every pull
Every day against my will
A piece fell here, a piece fell there
Some swept up and some thrown away
Every stab, every wound
Chipped away with heavy sound
This is what it feels like – when the heart aches
And the pieces all break
Some days I think I have them all – but then
I cry out, screaming, when will they be one again?
I held out my hands, I held out my heart
Please see me, please know me
My eyes begged as more shards fell away
Some picked up and some kicked aside
Every day I search the lost and found
From the dark gray clouds to the hard cold ground
This is what it feels like – when the heart aches
And the pieces all break
Some days I think I have them all – but then
I cry out, screaming, when will they be one again?
This is what it feels like – when the heart is gone
And all the pieces have left me
What happens when I can no longer bend to pick them up
I’ll be crying, screaming, dragged by broken stirrups
This is what it feels like - when glass shatters
And the pieces all break
Some days I think I have them all – but then
I cry out, screaming, when will they be one again?
Every push, every pull
Every day against my will
A piece fell here, a piece fell there
Some swept up and some thrown away
Every stab, every wound
Chipped away with heavy sound
This is what it feels like – when the heart aches
And the pieces all break
Some days I think I have them all – but then
I cry out, screaming, when will they be one again?
I held out my hands, I held out my heart
Please see me, please know me
My eyes begged as more shards fell away
Some picked up and some kicked aside
Every day I search the lost and found
From the dark gray clouds to the hard cold ground
This is what it feels like – when the heart aches
And the pieces all break
Some days I think I have them all – but then
I cry out, screaming, when will they be one again?
This is what it feels like – when the heart is gone
And all the pieces have left me
What happens when I can no longer bend to pick them up
I’ll be crying, screaming, dragged by broken stirrups
This is what it feels like - when glass shatters
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