Here here i cradle one more heart of glass waiting for what will come to pass and i am lifted by the beauty in my hand cursed and gifted in a place where only i stand alone gazing into this one more perfect window wondering at the tragedy i see the stone im in that has become me holding another heart of glass until i shake and the moment comes to pass again i am left shuddering for days they play for keeps but i do not play at all and so i weep and pray to hell my soul to keep i weep not for them nor me just weep without a tear without a trace of sorrow