Hearts of stained glass
Hearts Of Stained Glass
Everyone's heart is made of stained glass
Each a different color
Some of green some of yellow held together by strips of lead
But colors not what matters
What matters is that one wrong move can shatter said heart forever
no said lead can fix the heart for it has been beat and battered
The color fades from red to grey and life no longer flourishes
The bits of heart change glass to dust
And the brain is made from brass
The dust is formed into acid , which turns the brain all flaccid
Dissolving the brass into nothing but gas
Leaving nothing other than a big black cloud
This big black cloud is called depression
Some say it’s a stage , some say it’s a lesson
I say it’s an epidemic that’s needs some good attention.
Mental illness is only growing.
We can fight it head on or we can keep rowing.
Rowing down the river , no destination in mind. Stopping every now then to make sure the passengers are fine.
If they say they are sick you throw them overboard.
After all your job as captain is to make sure all can oar.
Every heart is made of stained glass
Some shine beautiful other crack.
Those who crack are not broken
Those who shine have not spoken
Every heart is made of stained glass
Treat it as if it’s your last