Strings of possibilities
Were laid out in front of me
By the precious smile
The sun that shines
On everything.
Strands of instant rescuing
As they knew I would
If I only could
Climb right out of
The darkest pit.
And all I ever wanted
Was a friend
A ray of sun
Reaching down
Through the clouds
And all I ever wanted
Was salted earth,
Let to grow again
My darkness gone
And blossom again
Instead of bitter glass.
The string turned sour
The strand was ripped away
All this bitter glass
As they turn to rope.
Ropes of deep despair
Hanging ominous
If I only could
Escape them all
And not eat
This Bitter
Glass.
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