Shattered dreams of a time of joybreak the night like a dagger drawn.
like the crack of thunder on an old tin roof,
then beyond the door stands a form.
Shattered memories of a love so strong
fill a mind that's gone numb with pain.
Shivers of pain from the months long gone
since the day that I watched her die.
Shattered, battered like a broken tree,
no more than in form does it stand.
Its branches bared by the raging fire
touch the sky like a withered hand.
And the days drag by as we know they must
and on end they provide no joy.
Like a desert wind blowing gales of sand
or a young child's broken toy.
Shattered petals of a china rose
strew the ground 'neath where she lays.
Uncaring blades of machines that drove
through tokens of those treasured days.
Shattered lives that are left behind
each day, each night, but survive.
To cry and to laugh but again to cry.
Is it pain not enough but to die?
Shattered petals of a china rose
like life and eternity.
Like the forests bared by the swift sharp blows,
is it really our destiny?
And the shattered petals of that china rose
now replaced by a rose that's new,
will forever be the only sign from me
of the love that I had for you.
Copyright. Greg Barlow. April 1995.
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