Prologue
He found himself in a room,
Full of broken glass,
Where he found tears stains on the glass,
That room is his head and he’s a prisoner,
In his own head and,
Those were his own pieces which can’t be put back.
He looked around asking himself,
“Can I change me? Can I save me?“,
His eyes were his windows to his soul,
And gave him an answer,
An answer that broke his heart, in all the right ways,
Now he doesn’t mind, his eyes breaking her eyes,
Breaking his restraints,
He doesn’t know why, her pretty eyes.
He’s a cynic, and fears a lot,
Fears everything he doesn’t believe,
“Can I save me? ” He asked again,
Watching his eyes reflect in his broken pieces.
He wants to go back home, when he lost himself,
When he lost himself in the room of broken glass,
When he lost himself in her head,
When he lost himself in her pretty eyes..........
