Through shattered glass I find perception;
Sight into the worldview of obsolete discretion
My eyes perceive my soul discreetly
I hide myself in the shadows secretly
They say “there’s hope beyond the blurry lines”
I only feel despair within this heart of mine
Farther into the remnant I go
Looking for a whole piece of me to show
What defines a man who’s empty, lost of feeling?
The sacrifice of one who so perfectly is bleeding?
The glass of my existence falls silently to the ground
No sound is made nor a scream can be found
Scars of what remains evades my wrist
No one ever told me it would feel like this
Broken, lost, and stealing my healing
I look to the one who so succinctly hears me
This silent, shattered soul is kneeling
Crushed by the weight of constantly believing
The emotional gives way to the logical
The weight lifted is astronomical
Through shattered glass I find faulty perception;
I find myself standing at this intersection
Believe the lies that I die beside?
Or trust that I no longer have to hide?
Through shattered glass I see who I really am
Broken and lost yet loved by the Great I am