the wreckage

Wandering the winter wasteland in the snow

Stillness and shadows chill me to the bone

Cradling a wineglass' shattered shape in hands

I come across the ruins of my homeland

I saw you sitting quietly in the midst of the remains

With hands I saw were wounded, you motioned me to stay

We sat there in the silence until you spoke to ask

About the burden that I carried, the bloody shards of glass

I've been trying to hold it all together

Cause I don't know what else that I can do