Model of a Man When my heart beats broken
He accommpanies it with compassion
And when my soul sings love
He strikes the chords of my hope
Built up, broken down, bruised and battered
By running those sweet somethings
Over the ivories of my past
When he said he never imagined that this would last
When he told me that he was a lost boy
In a grown man's frame
Made of stained glass
And his eyes are more than just windows
They are portals of life and time
Never could they be explored in one
Lifetime, one time he told me
That his daddy was a glassmaker
That's why his heart doesn't break
It shatters
A million pieces of a reflection
Looking back at him in disappoinment
Does it make him less of a man
If tears sometimes escape from his eyes?
If he wants to do more for his ... |