Brokenness of a broken girl
Rushing through the broken pieces.
Beautiful roses arrayed as fine glasses
Sprinkled with grace and fragrance
Sweet, exquisite.
But the rod comes and each falls off
This girl is removed from her feet
The dancing stops, the merry ceases
Lamps off, the melody goes down
It's an entrance to an entrance
The girl becomes a woman!
In no time, she's aware of the break in flow
Sitting in this dark room, sobbing
All things falling apart, not the world she imagined
Searching for the light.
Again, she trips. Over and over
Still no sound, no crowd. No people
Draggingly lifting up 'her' from the floor
Walking the way and paddling the waters
Oh! The obstacles, the thorns
As she matches to the throne up the roof
Oh! She waits for the moon to show forth
Yet the journey gets closer and farther
A twist of restoration and brokenness
As she gets her breakthrough
The force keeps coming. Till there's none of. her left!
