Is there anybody there
Can it be that I am the only one that can see, surely not
Can you find love it seems to have been lost
Love was the glue that held us all together
But now we have looked in the mirror so long at our own reflection
The mirror cracked and we only see self
We took a bite of the apple and opened Pandora’s box and out came self
I want – I will – I can – My Right
Sod the rest of you
I looked for the children playing in the street but all I could see was a broken heap
Lost in a world of broken people
Can someone find the glue?
I know a man that was pulled apart
His father filled him with the glue of love it covered all our brokeness it covered all our sins
PS – can anyone find the glue?