Symphony of Broken Things

Is it a dream or distant memory? An Italian Concerto begins The alto singer bellows A passionate tale Proud and stout Commanding attention A classic narcissistic symphony Balancing a tight-rope A thunderous crescendo begins Strumming your violin Drums rattle and roll You tip, waddle and fall Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang A symphony of broken things Your white walls marred Sheet-Rock littered floors By years of crimson scarlet You know this scene by heart This is your life A dramatic melody A symphony of broken things You muster your courage Hit your knees and pray Picking up the pieces Hoping his tune will change You begin an ensemble Piecing remnants together again A symphony of broken things