ALIVE OR DEAD

THE REST OF ME

I look around

And see the broken pieces of glass

The failure I have brought.

Tears in my eyes,

Blood in my hand,

Hope drains out of me

So does bleed my heart.

For the failure I have brought.

In the midst of the glass ,

A little soil is left,

Here I want to rest,

Rest for the rest.

Though a little is left,

A little life in me,

A little soil beneath,

All drained out

With the failure I have bought,

I want to rest ,

Rest for the rest of life

Rest for the rest of time.