The shattered glass covers the path that calls my name,
Cut up and scarred is my past, present, and future,
Yet I bear my heart upon my sleeve to the nameless ahead,
My wall has long since collapsed upon ground, leaving me insecure.

Looking through the eye of my soul I cannot see the ghosts,
Surrounded by the many essences of people once forgotten,
It will always be your broken path, that I remember the most.

Further on, your shadow dances pirouettes along the darken road,
Alongside your silhouette, your aroma leaves a trail of blooming flowers,
My forlorn passageway brightens with your every stroke,
Doubtlessly, I follow; captivated by your power.

Melodies form in the subconsciousness of my mind,
The end of the present journey in sight,
Mid-breath you stop, your grey physique allured by me,
Running is not fast enough to stop your dissolving plight.

Alone again on the my path, witnessing is blooming miracle,
Drops fall from the sky, masking my abominable tears.