This Glass Life Soon Shatters
Success, to me,
Is being free.
But maybe I’m naïve
Maybe I’m just a child
Playing foolish games of make believe.
And perhaps it’s just a fantasy
To want to take care of my family;
Or wash away this pain,
Heal all these wounds -
And start again.
But dreams are all I have
When all the world is torn and tattered.
And my dreams are all the matters,
Because this glass life will soon shatter.
So I hope for better days
Even though, to us
They seem estranged.
And I pray for a lease of life.
Or if nothing else . . .
Just a peaceful night.