Children Of Glass

Sometimes the world is darker than we plan. Tides roll in, days go on and as everyone walks on by, we're still here, unseen. The children of glass, hanging between this world and the next just watching. Occasionally people reach out, try to contact us as if we are spirits, or deities, something to be marveled and then move on. We have tried reaching out, we move things, shake things, and then people call preachers to expel us from homes. They called us demons, evil spirits, an abomination to God's creation. But we are all part of his creation aren't we.