Falling For the Broken

Maybe nothing matters Maybe we just sit under the stars Tiny and insignificant With no answer big enough for our dreams With words so small they don’t have meaning Maybe marching to the beat of our own drum Is simply a heartbeat Or maybe we all learn to fall before we stand And we remember what it means to forget And throwing a penny in a wishing well will lead us down the right path And counting the number of leaves on a tree blurs the color in Autumn And the slam of a door echos into a pearly white cloud know for teardrops With no silver lining to trace Counting upon someone who’s gone to catch me But maybe Just maybe there's a reason We find missing puzzle pieces so haunting We love the stories behind our cracks We never fear the shatter and float upward like the smoke from a fire Maybe it’s because broken things are reminiscent of us And we dream that our stories are just as beautiful as the cracks on a windowpane Maybe it’s because some days we feel too complete and want to share a piece of us Make someone else's fire burn brighter Give someone a year’s worth of tomorrows And when we are the glass half empty The bird falling from the sky because we flew too high We live on the hope that someone will lift us again Because they fell in love with our pieces Broken and whole.