Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Down the lonely sidewalk, a little girl walks,
Clutching tight to a shoe box, her heart in shattered talks.
Wiping tears as they fall, unnoticed by the crowd,
Seeking solace in a world where silence screams aloud.
(Chorus)
Glass heart in her hands, broken into shards,
Lost in a concrete labyrinth, searching for the stars.
But in the tender glass shop, hope begins to rise,
As the glass-blower offers to reshape her broken guise.
(Verse 2)
Placing the box on the counter, she pleads with tearful eyes,
But the glass-blower shakes his head, the old heart's demise.
Yet from the broken pieces, he offers something new,
A heart reborn from sorrow, with love shining through.
(Chorus)
Glass heart in her hands, reborn from the flame,
A masterpiece of resilience, bearing a new name.
In the box, it rests, a symbol of her past,
Waiting to be cherished, a love that's meant to last.
(Bridge)
As she leans back to rest, the world fades away,
In her dreams, she holds her heart, in a gentle sway.
Awakening to a new day, with hope in her eyes,
She carries her heart, a treasure in disguise.
(Chorus)
Glass heart in her hands, a story to unfold,
A journey of redemption, in a world so cold.
With each step she takes, she learns to love anew,
(Chorus)
Glass heart in her hands, a story to unfold,
A journey of redemption, in a world so cold.
With each step she takes, she learns to love anew,
For in the broken pieces, beauty shines through.
(Outro)
So she walks with her heart, held close to her chest,
In the box it resides, a symbol of her quest.
Through trials and tribulations, she'll learn to appreciate,
The beauty in the broken, the love that cannot dissipate.
With each passing day, her heart beats anew,
A testament to resilience, a story ever true.
And when the time is right, she'll share her heart's embrace,
With someone who'll cherish it, in a tender, loving space.
So let her journey inspire, let her story be told,
Of a girl and her heart, in a world so bold.
For in the tender glass shop, she found her inner flame,
And with her glass heart in hand, she'll never be the same.
With each passing day, her heart beats anew,
A testament to resilience, a story ever true.
And when the time is right, she'll share her heart's embrace,
With someone who'll cherish it, in a tender, loving space.
So let her journey inspire, let her story be told,
Of a girl and her heart, in a world so bold.
For in the tender glass shop, she found her inner flame,
And with her glass heart in hand, she'll never be the same.
*end*
