Glass

Like a shell that gets caught up in the ocean,
Like the bread at a table for two,
There's something about them that is broken,
A little like me and you,

What if someone above,
Sees our hearts when they shatter,
What if someone with love,
Thinks that you and I matter,

I would patch up the pieces of your heart,
If I could,
All I can do is love you for who you are,
And I should,

Like the mortar that holds this house together,
Like the hand I put my fingers inside,
There's something about them that is broken,
A little like you and I,

What if someone above,
Sees our hearts when they shatter,
What if someone with love,
Thinks that you and I matter,

I would patch up the pieces of your heart,
If I could,
All I can do is love you for who you are,
And I should,
And I hope that's enough,
And I hope we go far,
There's a beauty in the broken things,

Even a broken heart.

Painted like sea glass that used to be a bottle,
Someone used to drink away their sorrows,
Broken but beautiful,
We pick pieces up and dip our toes,
Into the ocean - so carefree,
With hope left to borrow,
What if deep inside,
What was once sharp has been refined,
And now we're left with hope for tomorrow?

What if someone above,
Sees our hearts when they shatter,
What if someone with love,
Thinks that you and I matter,

I would patch up the pieces of your heart,
If I could,
And all I can do is love you for who you are,
And I should.
And I hope that's enough,
And I hope that we go far,
There's a beauty in the broken things,
Even a broken heart.