Crash
The sound of a window after the ball flew,
Leaving broken glass on the ground
And a child's face of guilt.
Crash
The sound of glass bottles,
Thrown out of shear anger,
Shattering on the concrete of an abandoned road.
Crash
The sound of trash of the past
Hitting the pile of others’ old news
And clearing the slate to start a new.
Crash
The sound of the next generation.
Their different lives and paths.
Some with broken windows
And others with a broken past.
In the end,
The sound that everyone knows
Shapes our lives
Into the person you now know.
