Lyric

I don’t really think of much these days

Just living my life in a quiet haze

On the sidewalk, heading home from the grind

A small white flower was what I could find

Reaching out my hand to feel the white

But a sudden sting, a sharp surprise

Flashed for a second before my eyes

It wasn't a flower, just a shard of glass

Strange how the mind lets the moments pass

No blood was drawn, so I’ll just say

It was a flower that bloomed today

(Uu-)

Ah—

I’m so worn out, exhausted of late

Drifting along through a heavy state

Zoning out while the world goes by

Just like a shard under a leaden sky

Maybe I’m not as beautiful as glass

But I want to live as the shadows pass

Maybe I’m not as beautiful as glass

But I want to live as the shadows pass

I didn’t want anyone else to bleed

So I brought it home, a silent deed

What kind of day will tomorrow be?

I hope there’s something waiting for me

Something to find, like I did today

(Uu-)

A shard of glass in the shape of a rose

Placed on the shelf where the soft light glows

A little token of the day that’s done

A sign of the battle that I haven't won

Tomorrow won't change, I'll still be tired

But a tiny spark has been newly fired

I want to find more, I want to see

The little marks of my history

(Uu- uu-)