The nights are cold here in Lonesome Town
Kinds words scarce and glances of indifference
If silence was water, one would likely drown
Within this turbulent sea of raw insolence
My mind protects me from the sadness and pain
Rivulets of tears in search for escape stand still
Hard to see my reflection through the pouring rain
But it is there in the glass above the window sill
Glass stones shatter against stone houses
The stain glass metaphor for my house of cards
Spoken words melt as I continue the unspoken fight
A lifetime of shards, lifetime of shards, lifetime......
