behind the broken glass i can still see her face
though the medium is shattered, the image remains
a hope dimmed and dying, it's faded fading

But behind the broken glass
I can still see her face
Smiling and pretty
She was going somewhere
surrounded by good sense and ambition
she had some idea
of something she wanted

crackled glass let it all escape
gave it away
and let doubt seep
through the cracks

but sometimes,
I swear

I can still see her face.