A broken window with the draft for soul
When was it shattered
Beyond repair
Who broke the window?
It was a work of many
But at last the frosty cold took it
It had been raining for to long
And when the cold set in, it had no other choice but to break
Time will see if someone patient enough comes along
Not to replace it with a new
But to glue all the shattered pieces together
And see past the ugly shapes and angles it now creates
when peeking tough it
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