Like the kitchen glass that falls to the floor
A clumsy child with his shaky hands
Breaks the glass again
Struck by a storm of guilt

Tears come to his face
As he frantically apologized
Tried desperately to pick up,
a piece of the shattered remains
Just wanting to make things right
But more tears pour down
As he receives a gash

Crimson fills and drips
Down his fragile hand
Finger becoming an open wound
His scar cannot be closed
Only, if his heart holds strong

He cannot wash away the misery
So easy; so unforeseen his pain came
His heart trembles; and fingers linger
When he sees the
glass shattering.