Cracks are everywhere, in the street,
In windshields and a sidewalk's concrete.
Most people look over them,
Not thinking of what caused them.

But there are more than just those cracks,
There are cracks in people's skin,
Visible, showing off all their sin.
There are cracks in people's minds,
Invisible, showing off all sorts of kinds
Of mistakes, all of what humankind lacks.

There are cracks in people's hearts,
Piercing their soulds like darts.
There are cracks in their homes,
Breaking what once was ideal,
Into something that only groans,
Something unable to feel.

Cracks are not our doing,
But the doing of our sin.
The consequences of being greedy,
Leaving us on the floor bleeding
Wishing that it were never to begin.