Broken glass spread around like a tornado came through.
A life is not perfect when my life is without you.

The broken glass pieces are hard to piece together.
Sharp edged, dense and light as a feather.
The tornado comes through with very disastrous weather.

I don’t know whether or not.
To stop the clock.

And freeze time.
Or let the time keep going.

Living life in the meantime.
Living life without knowing.

Say life will get better, but the tornadoes keep showing.
They keep coming and I start to run.

The life I live is one I would give if I could get a life with a bit more fun.
But I stay weary of tomorrow and I stay eager for the sun.

The sun will come out tomorrow and start another new day.
One hopefully full of potential in every single way.

As I look out into the distance, the tornado starts to fly across the distant plains.
The earth shakes and it starts to rain.

Earthquakes shake the ground and root up trees.
I would try to stop all the disaster, but the Earth is literally killing me.