Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Broken Glass

A fashion that stays in style 
A history no one can file
There's a lot to say, a lot has gone
Along with the youth we rely upon
Missing all that seems to pass
Though I cannot see through broken glass
If I could change the past I wouldn't try
Because it's all a past I wouldn't deny
All the shards form something more
A history of all those we adore
There is beauty in what is broken
Whether or not the truth is spoken
Sometimes it seems pointless to count
Because we all experience a large amount
Will understanding ever be 
A place from all the tragedy
I will say the same prevails 
And the fashion of it never fails

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