Shattered Pieces
The shattering piece of glass
fall to the floor
The deafening noise
Of a scream
Whats done is done
Sirens blare
and the criminal beware,
Takes a hostage.
Whats done is done
They escape through the back door
But are caught,
Almost destroyed
Whats done is done
The moral of it is
When you did a deed
Your not to proud of
Your a hostage of yourself
But whats done is done
Just pick up the shattered pieces
and start again.
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