Shattered Grace

(humm-mmm-mm) She sits by the windowpane

Counting drops

of heavy

rain

Putting pieces back in place

With a smile

upon her face

But the glass is thin and cold

And the stories she has told

Are starting to unfold (ahhhh)

She’s broken like a glass on stone

Trying to stand up all

alone

She’s broken and the cracks will show

Where the light begins to grow (ooh-ooh-ooh)

She sweeps up the dusty

floor

Locks the heavy

wooden door

No one sees the tears she keeps

While the quiet

city sleeps

She’s broken...

but she breathes... (hummm-mmm)