Ashes and Glass
Misunderstood and looking,
At an image of themselves,
In shattered glass.
They can't define themselves,
And they're unsure they exist.
But the glass tells a story,
Of happier times.
Times when the children could smile,
When their eyes sparkled,
When their cheeks were rosy,
When their parents were there,
To help them along,
And were more than a memory,
Told in ashes.
When they were more alive,
Than a picture in glass.
But sadly for them,
They lost everything,
To a love of destruction,
And a magnifying glass.
And all they have left are,
Ashes,
And little bits of,
Shattered glass.