Lletres:
Gathering The Broken Glass

Gather round Listen to my story A ride I thought I'd left far behind Some broken falls In a memory box Waits to be cashed in Waiting for my stocks to

Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit encased in flesh Sound from shaped

I WAS SO IN LOVE GATHERED UP THE STARS GAVE THEM ALL TO YOU IN LITTLE GLASS JARS EASILY BROKEN NOW THEY LAY AROUND NEVER TO LIGHT UP MY DARK SKY AGAIN

Step through his trampled wall, the unhinged door betrays it all That far within our faith we were all waiting The broken glass reflects the haze, it

very scary here; sometimes it's very sad; sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have. There's a line snaking down my mirror : splintered glass

Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call So the forces gathered against the

can touch me now They will mend this broken body In pieces on the ground The human heart's a fragile thing It shatters just like glass Gather up all

coming down this way before Blackhawks over Los Angeles And on and on they drone In the spotlight glare, this is crazy Broken glass and panic attacks

mother and inquired as to their location, But there was no answer, and there were no ratty platforms Anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of broken glass