The shattered glass of minds broken
The shards glitter, twisting, falling
Lost eclipses previous triumph
And the chime of mourning bells renew
Their tolling cannot drown pain
I pray for sweet empty release
Here there is no release
reminded constantly of what was broken
A throbbing ache echoes deeper pain
Whistling air in my ears, falling
Through ruptured vision tears renew
Above my enemies triumph
Confident and assured in triumph
Before this splintered release
Humility will in this agony renew
A relic of arrogance again broken
Pride forgets the sensation of falling
And revels in engendered pain
Scars adorn the place of past pain
Trophies of premature triumph
Dreams brushed lightly before falling
That my heart refuses to release
And so I lie broken
How shall I renew?
A burning hope renew
A beacon through the pain
Whole can be made from broken.
Perhaps to rise in triumph
My fears I must release
And find the joy in falling.
All flying begins in falling
To endure is to renew
A wild shout my lungs release
My wings pound with pain
But soaing high is triumph
Who cares that I’m still broken?
Find a simple release, and laugh while falling
Everyone is broken, but we can renew
Out of our darkest pain we will form our greatest triumph.