I am looking through a crystal
And your breakdowns
They shine on me
In so many colours
Is your spirit standing tall?
And have you bared your soul?
Or can’t you even see, at all,
beyond this endless woe?
Do you have an open heart,
though, like me, you like to hide?
What once was a broken shard,
could now be a precious guide?
Behind all the thought and will
Is room for love thereunder?
Do you know how to dream, still?
And do you care to wonder?
I’ve tried to see in the crystal
What’s making up your light
It dawns on me
At each and every sight