In this hands is a broken home of shattered glass
Tattered memories, a recollection of the past
No hope of recreating what is already destroyed
But I kept holding on, my palms bleed out what are stored
Remember the beauty in what now is ugly
A horrible mess from once that is pretty
Put a little faith on those profound beliefs
That there is a way to patch, a heart to keep
Stop hanging by a thread, stitch them back up with your daily bread
Let it shine out from the darkest night
Be your own star, a sun with the brightest light
A warm embrace may be as simple as it look
If you love each other you know you read her/him like a book
So here I hold, so here I keep the broken glass
A reflection of mistakes this shattered past