You were broken
I was shattered
We were bits and pieces
That didn't fit together

But we tried
To staple, glue and control
The remains of what has been
Of what was previously whole

A lot of pieces are missing
Some where stolen or given away
Some are nothing more than ash
Some forgotten and some are here to stay

We tried to stitch up each other
But we ran out of thread
What started out as a way to recover
Now brings about dread

Fearing to hurt or be hurt
We arrived with the decision
That we should grow wings
Instead of rebuilding our prison

Instead of forcing to be whole
And forcing to fill in the gaps
Instead of risking to fall into the abyss
We should create our own map

If we can't fix what broke
If we can't restore what was lost
If we ran out of thread, staples and glue
Then lets go beyond the uncrossed

If we can't make the ash whole
Then lets build something new
If we can't go back to what has been
Then lets start with today, me and you

Instead of glue, staples and thread
Instead of living in fear and ache
Instead of breathing doubts and dread
Let us be abstract, let's be a mosaic