If broken hearts were broken glass, we'd walk on shattered ground.
And if each lie told was a second of silence, we'd never hear a sound.
If every threat, punch, kick, and scream was a color on a wall,
A sheer rainbow kaleidoscope would loom over us all.
And if every time you closed your eyes, you had a different dream,
would the world be much more peaceful, or just as crazy as it seems?
If you could run back far enough, the air just might be warm;
And the clouds just might turn indigo, the calm before the storm.

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