Whether pearl or goblet, a melody,
Shattered, it is gone, undeniably.
No tears can mend what's broken now,
What's lost is lost, I must avow.
Why gather fragments in your fold,
Clinging to pieces, stories untold?
No messiah for broken glass will appear,
What hope do you still hold so dear?
What hope do you still hold so dear?
What hope do you still hold so dear?
Perhaps within the shards reside,
The heart's own home, where dreams did glide.
Where pride once danced, a joyous scene,
With fairies of beloved grief, serene.
Then the world, from you did seize,
And shattered that home, bringing unease.
The soil I scattered, I had to share,
The guest's own wings, I could not spare.
The guest's own wings, I could not spare.
The guest's own wings, I could not spare.
These colored fragments, they may be,
Of those bright, crystal dreams, you see.
In youthful fervor, you would embrace,
And adorn your solitude with grace.
Poverty's office, hunger and woe,
Against these dreams, they fiercely did flow.
A pitiless, four-faced barrage,
What could these fragile mirrors assuage?
Perhaps within these deserts lie,
The pearl of your honor, held high.
That which brought your pride, in radiant guise,
Where cypress-like forms did proudly rise.
In pursuit of this wealth, many did roam,
Traders and wanderers, away from home.
And many thieves within the town,
Of the impoverished, did make their frown.
If life is spared, you'll find your way,
Through shattered glass, to a brighter day.
These ruby glass, these cries so loud,
Hold value only, when whole, endowed.
In pieces scattered, they only sting,
And cause your heart to weep and sing.
Why gather fragments in your hold,
Clinging to pieces, stories untold?
No messiah for broken glass will appear,
What hope do you still hold so dear?
What hope do you still hold so dear?
What hope do you still hold so dear?
When mending the wounds of memories' hold,
How long does the heart's journey unfold?
One stitch undone, another done,
How long then, does the life-thread run?
In this workshop of existence, where,
These ruby glass, they take their share.
Everything can be found, a new start,
Each fold of your soul, may be whole of heart.
If a hand is with you, a boon from above,
And the eyes open with hope, you'll find love.
Here, wealth and riches never cease,
Though a thousand pirates seek their release.
When will the plunder's game be done?
When will the shops run empty, never won?
Here, mountains of diamonds reside,
Here, oceans of pearls, their treasures confide.
Some hide themselves from this wealth's embrace,
And cover it with a veil of disgrace.
They auction each mountain, and each sea,
But some, they fight, to set them free.
They tear away the shrouds so grim,
And entangle every treacherous whim.
Entangle every treacherous whim.
Entangle every treacherous whim.
Between these two, the battle rages on,
In every city, and every dawn.
In every heart, in every home,
Upon each path, they sadly roam.
The former, with their darkness fill,
The latter, with their light, stand still.
The former, they ignite the flame,
The latter, quench it, play the game.
All ruby glass, cries, they join this fight,
The empty hands, called to the light.
Rise up, all empty-handed souls,
The battlefield's call, your spirit controls.
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