Glass
When the sun rises and the sky is blue.
There you see a piece of glass
No imperfections, because it\'s brand new
Wondering how long it will last.
Over time as it is used
It begins to become stained;
It was not used by anyone but you,
Yet you still keep its beauty sustained.
Sitting there always grateful
Cause it is small on the grand scale;
Something that is very beautiful
But at the same time very frail.
The pieces have broken apart
There they are sitting on the floor.
They will stay in my heart
And be remembered forever-more.
We hoped that it would last forever
Now it\'s broken, it\'s shattered.
Sadly it can\'t be put back together,
So it\'s existence didn\'t matter.
But it still lives on
It is inside your heart,
And even though it is gone
It\'s memory lives on in the glass shards.
So even though it didn\'t stay forever
In a way it did last.
In your heart the fragments are together
You\'ll always remember that piece of glass.