Shattered Glass part 2
Shattered glass stuck in my finger,
Look it's bleeding the color purple.
I tried to pick them pieces up from the floor
but these cuts in my skin
I cannot take it anymore
I've found the frame for my mirror
It's not quite square
Not quite rectangle
It is not exactly an oval
Maybe it could be just circle
but I am not sure
All I know is the pieces in my hands really hurt.
This is crazy that my life now I try to put first
I've spent my life trying to live and give
but everyone in my life
took my heart for granted
I am trying to put myself together
There are still missing pieces I have yet to discover
So I walk with God through this lonely land
With these shattered pieces stuck in my hand.