My Glass House

Sitting in the living room of my glass house,
They're standing in the kitchen, shouting and screaming like small pebbles being thrown at my glass wall.

How much more can my foundation take, how many cruel slurs until it breaks.
What can I do stop this madness?
Nothing...its unstoppable like a hurricane, ripping at chest...

The glass starts to break but it wont show, for it needs to appear strong on the outside even though...

The walls are so close to shattering to the ground...

Broken

I walk this crowded halls but still feel alone,
I'm an angel with broken wings.
Why do they all look away, do any of them care?
Like a shattered piece of glass in a house of mirrors
I feel like i dont belong in this world
I'm not good enough for this life
Is this the way He intended it?
I don't know if i can take this much longer

But then there's a voice from down the hall.
The end is dark, i can see a blurred outline of what looks like a woman.
A beautiful figure with a enchanting tone
She whispers my name, and it pulls me close
Then, a door, an escape from this dark cold world
She takes my hand and we begin to fly
Away from the sorrows of this everyday life, and into the land of perfect happiness and bliss
She saves me, healing my broken wings
I dont feel broken

Hope in the Darkness

in a world of hate and darkness,
there will always be one beam of light shining down upon us, our love.
like a candle that never goes out,
like a sign of hope,
that one day we will be surrounded by the light of love,
and that dark world that we've always known
will one day be a blur