and none are coherent.
broken glass is shattered,
frame in her hand,
picture burning brightly,
beneath her stomping feet.
and the sad, sad song
is playing in her head.
she's got her family
but none are around.
her life is shattered,
fragments in her hand,
memories burning brightly
in her photo album.
and the sad, sad song
is playing in her head.
she's got her mother,
who is alcholic.
broken bottle shattered,
cuts on her hand,
hate is burning brightly
in her cold heart.
and the mad, mad song
is playing in her head.
she's got her father
who is reclusive.
remote control shattered,
bruises on her hand,
television burning brightly
the picture is now gone.
and the mad, mad song
is playing in her head.
she's got no family
thoughts are now coherent.
broken home shattered,
her life's in her hands,
past is burning brightly,
opening her future.
and the song of hope
is playing in her head.
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