Beauty lies on the surface
Colored with care, slightly weathered with time
The image of once a person
leaves a reflection on a forgotten floor
What was once the hope of a child
Made through joy love and laughter
Is faded and ruined, standing alone
At the back of past beauty
Lying in rubbish
Waiting for the bulldozer
Hope drained just as the color fades
Those who once loved it
Turned their backs years ago
What was once a miracle
A Spark, a presence
That could lift the spirits of all
Is now but a distant memory
Dying from the inside out at the hands
Of the same kind which built it up
Praying to be saved
Calls never to be returned
Since whenever someone comes
Wanting to lend a helping hand
It stands tall and strong without doubt
Screaming out 'im still whole, so look!'
And the ones who might have saved
Turn away, believing the job to already be done
When really its seconds from crashing down
To return to where it started from
Before joy, before hope, before love
Just a million little chips of glass on a floor.
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