Shattered is who I am to me,
The fragmented pieces of who I used to be.
To have climbed so far, at such quick a pace.
To stand below the heavens, to have fallen from grace.
Shattered is what I am to see.
The image lost into the vasteness of the sea.
A heart carved out in a places forgotten long,
Shed the bleeding wound in the echo of a song.
Shattered is how I am to be.
The strength of wills waning endlessly.
To hold fast and push in quiet desperation.
To lose more worth in bitter frustration.
Shattered is where I stand so free.
The parts of myself gathered unneedlessly.
To rebuild my world I can walk with pride.
To smile again from the soul which I had died.