In the street
They sweep the broken child away
In this world
She has nothing left to say
No time left to say good-bye.
Without the glass she is nothing
She threw her dreams on the fire
And watched them go up in smoke
When they put out the flames
She lost all her hope.
Love doesn\'t exist
It died at her birth.
Without bricks
She can\'t build barriers
To keep her heart safe inside
And then she is nothing
But abstract dust.