Picking the shards of a broken mirror, no matter it's shape or angle it gives an honest reflection of the truth it is faced with. I am a broken mirror.
we are all searching, eyes as wide as open skies we are all thinking, minds as open as seas an oceans we are all reaching, arms stretched like the giraffe's neck. we are all dreamers.
we are all dreamers, no matter the race or skin color.
Please come back the days are getting colder. please don't forget what held us together. remember those days skies were grey. I adorn you, you clung to my shoulder.
please come back, it's cold weather we were in love. It was December I am lost I am cold I thought winter was for lovers.
bird perched on a branch sang the blues giving a beautiful tune to his bad news he cannot fly but long as he can sing he'll be perched on that oak tree next to my room singing broken hearts compared to broken wings but healing the wound