This world made of glass,
Sleepy souls,
Tired moans,
The dawn stretching over the trees,
Made of glass.
This world made of glass,
Fluttering lashes,
Yawns of life,
The day wrapping around the land,
Made of glass.
This world made of glass,
Busy chatter,
Lovely laughter,
The early noon ticking away into the air,
Made of glass.
This world made of glass,
Peaceful light,
Brighter smiles,
The noon shining over the sea,
Made of glass.
This world made of glass,
Sparkling eyes,
Bright faces,
As dusk sleepily falls over the flowers,
Made of glass.
This world of glass,
Ever so fragile,
Yet ever so frightening,
As night falls over this unspoken world,
Made of glass.
This world of glass,
We find ourselves asking,
When we will crack,
As fear washes over our people,
Who are not made of glass.
This world of glass,
Has finally cracked,
And we all come crashing down,
From this world made of glass.
This world of glass,
Has us thinking,
What beauty,
What grace,
To be made of glass,
Only to be shattered,
As we reach ground at last,
