Though my heart of glass so fragile is made

Breaks with butterfly’s touch and tears are shed

Yet pumps the blood of life and beats the same

False hope and untrustworthy friends have led

To my self-doubt which fills me up with dread

I fear the sharp edged sword of people’s eyes

That shatter my glass heart and bleed it red

Mouths of flaming crimson shoot spears of ice

All the world against me I search the skies

In my soul pain travels in massive herds

I want to grow wings and learn how one flies

High above cruelty alongside the birds

I see shattered fragments of my glass heart

Glittering in teardrops a work of art.