I will always cry for broken glass

and, broken reflections..
that never could last

I will always fall down on my knees
and soften the ground
for those bigger than me

I will always look fear in the eyes
and banish deceitful truths
in exchange for hidden lies

I will always return back to your home
and sit beside you
although feeling alone

I will always ask for a chance to die
and take death as a gift
for my life is a lie

I will always cry for burning sand
and bow before it
to lend it a hand

I will always cry for broken glass

tough but fragile
and..no..turning..back