| Chris Bartholomew |
| Of Broken Dreams and Mirrors |
When the mirrors were all broken
no more reflection
on sand blown away
no more castles
With no reflection
there is no regret
nothing to build
a future on
When the wood all rotted
and splintered into picks
no more houses
no shelter
My bones aged and brittle
against the elements
I cannot stand
It's just so cold
When the direction signs
were all turned around
confusion
no way to find my way home
I was lost, I was alone
Not only was there nowhere to go
there was no place to be
When the waterfall formed
and fell
The sheerness of it let me see
a reflection, a new world
my way home
When the falling water parted
and I, invited to enter
I found it was the other side of the world
A better side, a wonderful side, it was home
no more reflection
on sand blown away
no more castles
With no reflection
there is no regret
nothing to build
a future on
When the wood all rotted
and splintered into picks
no more houses
no shelter
My bones aged and brittle
against the elements
I cannot stand
It's just so cold
When the direction signs
were all turned around
confusion
no way to find my way home
I was lost, I was alone
Not only was there nowhere to go
there was no place to be
When the waterfall formed
and fell
The sheerness of it let me see
a reflection, a new world
my way home
When the falling water parted
and I, invited to enter
I found it was the other side of the world
A better side, a wonderful side, it was home
