In the broken bones
Of my fallen self
I can see
My past lives upon the shelf

Crooked lines trace along my skin
Telling me of scars held within
Another wound found chasing whim
My candle flickers in a world so dim
Call me won't you? Name me friend
I'm wanting something to believe in

Oh I
Could be much more
Than shattered glass along the floor
Something in me is at the door
Knocking gently at my core

A song in the garden
A flower on the roof
Begging pardon
Trampled under hoof
Dripping blood of the one
The last shred of proof
That I...