Broken Bones--Lyrical Poem

Broken Bones

on the ground lay the dead dreams,

up in the clouds soar the runaway hopes,

in one's heart there is still love,

but on one's face shows the bitterness of the past,

upon one's soul collects the dust of pot shards,

but on the potter's hands is wet clay,

fixing broken pieces was child's play,

tread lightly, for you tread on broken bones...

sing the song of the lost people,

hear the poetry of the dead society,

feel the whispers of the uprising,

all the dreams may be dead,

and all the hopes may be gone,

does it give you cause to give up?

tread lightly, for you tread on broken bones...

maybe it's too late,

to say the things I always wanted to say,

maybe it's too late

to heal the shattered pieces of art,

time is of the essence, waste it or don't,

tread lightly, for you tread on your broken bones...

tears falling, hand trembling, grave stones screaming,

screaming, screaming out in pain,

they gave up their dreams and let hopes fly,

and when nothing is left to live, then everything is dead...

tread lightly, for you tread on broken bones...