I am not pure My shell is cracked and eroded in most places Many have chiseled me away And took the remains The light grows dim on the inside So dim it's no longer appealing to make a home I am destined to crumble alone Much like a puzzle undesired because few or more pieces are gone I don't place the blame on anyone but my own I often wonder if there's a another out there with a light inside that's not so bright I want to see their face So we can crumble at eachothers feet Our componants will mix together And form a beautiful masterpiece