Glass

It didn’t seem to be the time
to invoke fears with made-up lies
and I couldn’t distinguish the feelings
or even all those facts far from opinions
I’ve built a house
made out of glass
to have a glimpse at this worlds end
to be able to reach out and help
well everyone else except myself
I’ve built a house
with thinnest walls
buried myself in a building so small
now everybody should be able to hear
the choir of bones the hymn of my fears
And I can hear them sing
And I can hear them hum
Break the glass throw the stone!
But I have nowhere to go!