Glass of Heart

It’s darken by wounds and blood
It’s scrathed by torn and blade

Where I keep a cute worm
I feed him with laugh and joy

Happiness grows it well
The cute worm entwine his shell

Pasionately I stare at him inside the glass
Waiting for his wings to spread

Oneday he has his wings spread
But he sadly live inside the ugly glass

He mourns under his beautiful wings
He cries every minutes

Once again I shall break the glass
So that he can fly away

Finding his own happiness
Abandon this broken glass

Bleeding and grieving
Holding the ruins of dreams


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