The grass is soft as I scamper along
looking for where I belong
my bare feet cut to shreds
the glass revealed the pain I feel ...

As I place myself in the center realm
my delicate red roses exposes it self
I reach down to take hold of my red red rose
my tears show me a honest revelation I suppose ...

With sadness in my soul
and tears within my heart
I wonder how this ever got hold
as it falls to the ground and behold
it gathers a strong storm that is cold ...

As my desire wants to return
my flower within the morning sun
I hold with my hands the love that was born
My glass has been revealed that's forlorn ...

Debbie Brooks 2014