When I was nine years old I broke my mother's favorite glass
Clear,fine,crystal, China is what she called it
Little pieces shattered all across the tiled floor
Funny thing about glass is when it breaks... it breaks
Un-capable of being be put back together
Sure you can save the pieces, keeping them closely together
Yet still, it will never be the same
There are those who try to fix shattered glass
Knowing that there's a high percentage of them getting cut & hurt
Brave ones, hold the qualities that most wish they held
Then there are those who see shattered glass & walk all over it
Abusing it at it's weakest point
I call those people ruthless cowards
Funny thing about glass is, when it breaks... it breaks
The bravest person could never put it back together
And the biggest coward couldn't damage what's already damaged
A shattered glass
A shattered dream
A shattered heart
