Of Broken Things
As shattered glass you feel this day
Perplexed to why such are the ways
That lead you to this state of mind
The worst it seems words hard to find
Pieces of you someone has taken
Sadness rings upon heart breaking
These feelings keep you locked inside
Keeping Gods Crystal yet turned the tide
Love dear friend becomes sometimes
A hurtful thing, a real thin line
For hate arrives to steal your joy
Playing your soul as if it's toy
Consider fault not yours to take
Know well this role upon your plate
Was Bread His served before you came
To be alone mindset that wanes
Your very thoughts fragile are picked
From floor swept up what made you tick
Will be again, pieced by the hands
That fix all broken, woman and man
Each piece he'll place and like painting
Restored will be what once was fainting
You He loves as I do too
Dear friend just read what's promised you
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