Fragments of a broken mind
Some call it love
I call it time
See the end of the line
As you whisper mine
Cries of a muted hand
That failed to take a stand
I'm not what I am
I am what I'm not
Will it be enough
Never will you know
Will it be a callous feat
To be something I can't see
Broken upon the glass
And buried within the sand
Protruding is my hand
And nothing more