Amidst the embered sheets of glass
a bridge did find it's way
quick to cross as dreams are tossed
for sorrow walks this way
Does she sparkle on the water
like the mirrors of the soul
Does she walk with purpose
or with warming tears gone cold
Sad it is but soft she goes
from blue to black to grey
sadder still her back reveal
by will she walks away
Amidst the embered sheets of glass
impasse or choice convey
quick to cross where dreams are tossed
from blue to black to grey
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