The clouds are crying
The sky is screaming...

I see cracks in the glass it won't reflect me...
A thousand little pieces scatter in the night...

The cracks are showing faint but clear
Like whispers in a shattered mirror...

The pain to love
So hard...

Josh your smile's a crooked line
A masterpiece no need to refine...

Acorns laying scattered around
Conkers a deep rustic brown...

Lightning don't strike
In the same place twice...

In my sleep
I sometimes weep...

Within a person
A beauty lies...

A cry for help
Is like a quiet whisper in the night...

Day is drawing to a close
The ghostly whispers starts to flow...

Will you be able to help heal me
Self destruction...