We sit and wait
As the day replays,
No time ever passes
As broken glass
Is representing our past
Being washed down
A steady stream
It leads to the abyss
Where the keeper sits
Waiting for death to come
When the light hits your face
All the pain is erased
And your destiny becomes
All but a matter of place
You choose which one you think is best
Yet honesty is key,
For if you choose the honest path,
It may just affect your destiny
We sit and wait
As the day replays
Yet no time has passed
Is broken glass representing our past
Being washed down a steady stream?
