No Glass Was Left

 

No glass was left unshattered

no beauty left to age

no hopes were left unscattered

no freedom left to cage.


     Why did we pretend

     this was right for so long?

     Because you always cried

     at the beauty of my song.


No wave was left unwhitened

no firewood left to burn

no child was left unfrightened

no merit left to earn.


     Why did we keep going

     when so much was so wrong?

     Because you always cried

     at the beauty of my song.


No peace was left unbroken

no waters left to freeze

no insult left unspoken

no asset left to seize.


     Why did I believe

     that your love for me was strong?

     Because you always cried

     at the beauty of my song.