The ceiling was never meant to be stone

This glass does not shatter on its’ own,

Beneath brightened stars and dreams we make,

The ceiling was never meant to be stone.

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Cracks break form along its brittle capstone,

A diamond cage in centuries curate,

This glass does not shatter on its own.

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From women before, we sit upon shoulders of bone,

Lighting the dark against vitriol hate,

The ceiling was never meant to be stone.

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Assembled throng of morality intoned,

Will liberties be lost when greedy men slake,

This glass does not shatter on its own.

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In trials of treason, cerebral weapons hone,

When voices quiet and tempers quake,

The ceiling was never meant to be stone.

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Incendiary spark in hearts cyclone,

Shattering chips in sparkling daybreak,

This glass does not shatter on its own

The ceiling was never meant to be stone.