Broken Glass Upon My Soul

It is all vanity, layer after layer, vanity.
The mist descends, slow insanity.
Reach for grounding, solid, and firm.
Embrace, let it go.
Deep scars I see and hold.
Broken glass upon my soul.

It rends me from within.
Showing original sin.
I beg, I scream, I cry.
All is vanity, all a lie.
Slowly, the truth is told.
Broken glass upon my soul.

A heart covered in wounds that bleed.
Silence greets me as I weep.
In the shadows, I learn to pray.
Sealed away, dry as death.
Longing to be filled with love's breath.

Each day I live, broken glass upon my soul.
Each path I walk, broken glass upon my soul.
Each breath I breathe, broken glass upon my soul.
Each mark I leave, broken glass upon my soul.

Healing cannot be without pain.
Ignorance holds hands with shame.

All is vanity, empty waste.
Shadows in the darkness.

Snuffing out hope with haste.

A soul chained to memories, made weak.
Tormented by whispers of hidden secrets and sin.

Deep in the abyss, demons grin.
Hiding the way to the spark, life and light.
Watching, waiting for the last rite.

There is a choice to be made.
To live or to die.
To love or to hate.
The light and the dark.
Each day, a path, a story unfolds.

Broken glass upon my soul.

Without love, all is vanity, vanity, vanity.
Emptiness and hollow ways.
A heavy price to pay.
Rending it open and letting it bleed.

Broken glass upon my soul.

To heal the darkness, pain, and death.
Allow in the light of love's breath.
My heart beats again within my chest.

I am not lost, and I am not alone.
He has found me and brought me home.

Out of the darkness I climb and crawl.

Shards of glass fall from my broken soul.
With each tear, I forgive myself.
With each step, I forget my shame.
With each memory of grief, I breathe again.
I stand in the light and feel an embrace.
The arms of true love, mercy, and grace.

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