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.

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