The Window of My Soul
When one looks at my soul,
They see a stained glass window...
To the unknowing, it appears bright
But it merely masks a truth.
It was once a clear crystal
Bright, clear, and beautiful...
But has been shattered many times
On the altars of false hope, lies,
Failed dreams and lost love.
And where once it was big clear and bright
It now is small, confused, and opaque..
So be careful what you look at
And know what you see
The lovely colors of the stained glass window
Are the scars on my soul
And each time it shatters it shrinks
For there a little less left to put back
And as you may admire what you see, be warned,
One day should it shatter again....
It may be gone.....
