Vidrio Molido
Buenayunta
Crushed Glass
He no longer wants to have
The vital gift of breathing
His eyes cannot
See the color that others see
His chest is so full
But at the same time it's so broken
Today he found while walking
A very strange path
He noticed that as he moved forward his chest was being put back together
He began to see the meaning
And wanted to try life
He doesn't deserve to be judged
He has reasoning and the right to choose
Sometimes sadness overflows in one's head
It's easy to talk about people
When you don't have
Crushed glass in your mind
He doesn't deserve to be judged
He has reasoning and the right to choose
Sometimes sadness overflows in one's head
It's easy to talk about people
When you don't have
Crushed glass in your mind
