The glass shatters, I scatter and send my children to safety,Grab broom and dust pan, sweep up the hail strewn floor.Square by square, tile by tile, I squint and stare at every shardCheck, recheck, check yet again against any shiny oversight.
The first cut will always be mine
The first cut will always be mine
The first cut will always be mine
The glass shatters, I scatter and send my children to safety,Grab broom and dust pan, sweep up the hail strewn floor.Square by square, tile by tile, I squint and stare at every shardCheck, recheck, check yet again against any shiny oversight.