You've got that look again
I can hear you raging, hear
Glass breaking, hits me.
I fall to the floor stricken
Bleeding bloodlessly, it drips
Down my body to pool
On the floor with my dreams, broken
Like the glass I want to
Find somewhere in myself to
break, let it flow free
To be unleashed, unchained, to leave
This all behind but where would
My children find themselves
without me? What would they
be with you? Nothing. Lost,
Empty of hopes and innocent
Dreams. Never. Look,
Light glints off the glass
at my feet. What if I pick
it up? Set you free
Instead.