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Glass Sky
Colette M. Friedman |
Falling down, down, down from the sky
Maybe I was wrong, maybe I don't know why
Down, down, shattering like broken glass
Glass house, my world through the looking glass
Walking downtown, walking aimlessly around
Where do I belong, thinking with two feet on the ground
My heart, I think has driven me to the corners of my mind
Noise and motion passing forward, sideways, and behind
Busy, everyone has somewhere to go, a rushing pace
Where do they all belong, where is their place
Searching, breathing past each nameless face
Glass buildings, glass houses in each glass space
Falling down, down, down from the glass sky
Maybe I was wrong, and maybe my truth was a lie
The fight, the compromise, the struggle to hold
Onto the warm dream, now running icy and cold
Why such a toll, will it nullify my spirit eventually
Will my numbness bleed feeling into your veins one day
And when you wake from the sound of glass breaking to the ground
Will it be the beating of a warm heart that brings you back around
Will your faith then, harmonize with a dream we both chose to live out
Or will your fears breed admonition, failure, and doubt
Falling down, down, down from the sky
Maybe I was wrong, maybe I don't know why
And maybe success is in the journey and the try
And maybe dreams are built in glass houses
Surrounded by a glass sky
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