My hope
Is a stained glass window
Shattered
And on the floor
A thousand sharpened pieces
I can't pick up
For fear of bleeding
My bitter hands
I stare at the sky
With my black eyes
I see buzzards and crows
A storm that only rages
My hope
Is a dream I have
While I sleep
On beds of razor wire
A thousand sharpened knives
Jaws of hell
Closing in on my
Unforgiven heart
I open the door
With my broken hand
My busted knuckles
My emptiness
I turn the lights down low