The glass shattered on the floor,
like all hopes and dreams,
whats the point of it all?
We sit and watch time go by,
wondering what if and wondering why,
but time waits for no-one,
not a soul, not even God,
so what can make it better we ask?
Love, life, thats all we've got.
For the person that never happens to,
should they live life that way?
Should their past and present haunt them,
until eventually they fade away?