When sand becomes a stone;
where eyes can no longer see;
that's how much you mean to me.
Staring off into the distance,
glass eyes wandering to the left and right;
The stone walls crumble back into sand.
Use caution my dear, the glass is sharp;
as well as being see-through,
that's where reality breaks it's own skin.
You'll find me beneath all these broken shells,
lying in the sand that once built the walls;
Crying amongst all my people who pray to the stars.
Burning on the coals of lost love,
the glass melts into the stone;
the glass is not invincible.