When you give everything you've got and it's never enough,
it's so rough,
your heart begins to grumble.
Mind races on soundtracks,
leaving behind logical facts,
to seek someone,
who gives the time of day,
or night, to say,
is a shattered piece of art.
They were fools who did not see,
the stained glass window you are to always be.
The sun pierces and prizes your beauty,
and longs to follow his path and duty,
Making you smile,
every last piece of tile,
and you finally feel,
instead of like a freakin’ circus.