Shattered Green Glass
Pathways covered in green glass
Hurting my ears it shattered
Will the nonsense stop at last
He left my clothes all tattered
Hurting my ears it shattered
Something broken inside my head
He left my clothes all tattered
Am I alive or now dead
Something broken inside my head
Down to the bottom I sink
Am I alive or now dead
Pondering, I sit here and think
Down to the bottom I sink
All dark and murky the sea
Pondering, I sit here and think
Searching my overcoat for the key
Rough and rumbling within the sea
Will soft rain quench this fire
I pour the pot of passions tea
Hearing the gibberish of liars
Will soft rain quench this fire
Coming to soothe my soul will he
Hearing the gibberish of liars
Longing for the time to be
Coming to soothe my soul will he
As only the ghost will do
Longing for the time to be
Calling my body to woo
As only the ghost will do
Here or gone to stay
Calling my body to woo
The flesh of weakness never aways
Here or gone to stay
I am left trapped within forlorn
The flesh of weakness never aways
Lying barren, stripped and torn
I am left trapped within forlorn
Will this nonsense stop at last
Lying barren, stripped and torn
Pathways covered in green glass.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2013
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