The floodgates are open,
And a sea of people pours through,
In droplets, in teardrops,
In the water of the morning dew,
Feelings and emotions,
The reality of life,
The anguish of tomorrow,
The victim of trouble and strife.

My floodgates are broken,
For there's a crack that's spread its wings,
In anger, in danger,
In the breaking of another string,
Standing in the corner,
Looking into the unknown,
My reflection shivers lies,
Floodgates of flesh, skin, blood and bones.