Broken Glass
eliot
(c)2007
produced / mixed ~ frank montoya
I'm not beautiful, I'm not tall
and all, I know your there but where
I cover myself and I go
searching for words in the snow
what if I wait for the spring
when everything easier seen....green
I plucked a flower in my head
burn the seeds
but I, want you to know that I've been
laughter I tumble within,
searching for pearls in the snow
she's not the only one no
lost everything that I was
broken broken broken glass
eliot~home
eliot~home