the story of glass

our glass life

Life is a glass we hold on high

A vessel that we cannot deny

A fragile thing that we must tend

And cherish it until the very end.

Clear and bright, our glass life shines

A prism of colours, a thousand designs

A reflection of all our hopes and dreams

A fragile thing, or so it seems.

Our glass life is not meant to break

But a sudden blow, a mistake

And everything can shatter apart

Leaving behind a broken heart.

Through these fractures, we can see

All our flaws and impurities

And in these moments, we grow and learn

For it's in these cracks we can discern.

Our glass life must be handled with care

For in its beauty, we often forget to beware

Of those who would handle it too hard

Till it shatters apart, leaving us scarred.

So hold your glass life with careful hands

And take it with you throughout all lands

For in its fragility lies its beauty

A precious thing, a duty, a joy, a duty.