Window Panes

Build them up or break them down.
See them shatter all around.
A beautiful pane smashed. Each inch of glass
Shimmering and dazzling as it falls.
Be it by night or even by day,
T' is crushed without dismay.

Hear the bells in Heaven loudly ring,
Hear the angels sorrowfully sing,
As they shed tears upon the Earth.
Yet another window pane shattered.
Be it mine, or be it yours,
What could have come to this?

A dream, t' is nothing to most
But just a window pane
Waiting to be shattered.

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