ma-donna-ona-rock

 

but humans care for each other
you're talking to a broken mirror

 

but tears are meant to stop our bleeding
you weren't there when the glass was dropped

 

but isnt compassion a human faith
only while the frame will hold

 

but we all walk, with the same hopes
rattling a bag of jagged bones

 

but I bled, because I allowed your cut
and the path is red, the glass is red

 

but our souls are both, precious and tired
only when glass is left behind

 

but why is your hate, so close to my life
because, whats yours, should have been mine