The harshness of life melts the cold steel br Until gone is the barrier that makes br Us blind. br br I see the tattered pieces of metal br Learning the ways that people kill. br br Floods still stalk the cities tremble in br Fear ... the terror of someone left br Without a meal. br br Don't touch the glass just mirrored echo br Of my past -- too late wounded glass. br br Then suddenly one foot was enough to stand br Through the tumble in grace. br br Like to see the white cliffs of Dover before br I break in two, because I must find my place. br br In the background I heard a piano whisper to my br Soul, "Don't let the glass break." br br I tumbled back to the fold ... then with a br Blink I stood inside the glass that bleeds. br br Don't' touch the glass it's just a mirrored br Echo of my past.