Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.
Broken pieces of glass and faded blue skies have taught me that even the slightest of color and fragile things will always remain beautiful if you look at it that way.
The war may still be brewing, but all scars will eventually heal and they will be your lofty memoirs, To remind you amidst brokenness and isolation, That you are strong enough to put up a fight and sail the agonizing waves that torment your longing soul.
