Simple World

A glass, a stained one,
to see,
the stars that shine in me,
A mirror, and broken,
to trust,
I am still complete in me.
Simple things can get,
when beyond control,
and you need the world,
to believe what you see.

A gesture,
to carry you to the other side.
And you look back,
to find,
a throne with your name.
To swim back is a sin,
but you try paint the blue,
that is gone.
And as you fail to read the signs,
on the seat that you're on,
All the courage is what you need,
to carry on.

I won't look back,
and not look front,
will fly with them,
the things they call birds.

Take me to the place,
where my cymbals roar,
or take me to the day,
when my guitar weeped,
take me to my world,
my good ol friend,
Take me,
to a place close to me.