| Broken Glass |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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I look through the broken glass window. I stare straight back at my past. The time when I was oblivious, The mem’ries too good to last. The “when” when I was far too young, To truly know this wretched Earth. When all I knew was joy and love, And my heart was filled with a child’s mirth. But now I know that in our world, Satan’s influence has taken it’s toll. There’s much more evil than I knew, When the glass wasn’t broken in my soul. |
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