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Glass House

Alone in a world where fates decide,
Stands a glass house on a mountainside,
Delicate and fragile as a lover’s kiss,
Vulnerable and lonely as a kiss that missed.
 
In summer all of childhood’s dreams
Came alive in laughter, delighted screams.
The song that wove around in light
Was unconcerned, colours hot and bright.
 
Imaginary playmates scattered too and fro,
The clock’s a-ticking, too soon to know,
Whether this changeling can change enough to grow up,
Will she believe this was all made up?
 
April showers, enter teenage years,
Storm clouds gather over pain and fears,
Glass starts cracking, pressure, find a place,
Would you take the bargain? Your soul for a face?
 
Shards of tears run down a broken cheek,
Wind’s picking up, starting to creak,
Let those who sin cast the stone,
The coming storm is coming home.
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