The shelf that holds the broken things has broken now in half.
It cracked beneath the weight of grief and sorrows deep and vast.
Spilled on the floor I saw my soul seep into the cracks.
Resigned I watched and wondered would I ever get it back?
The shelf that holds the broken things has broken now in half.
It cracked beneath the weight of grief and sorrows deep and vast.
Spilled on the floor I saw my soul seep into the cracks.
Resigned I watched and wondered would I ever get it back?