We used to be a bottle
before we broke apart.
Now we are merely glass shards
moved by the ocean’s heart
And if we once should happen
washed up on the same beach
we, by the sea’s erosion,
can never fuse the breach
We used to be a bottle
before we broke apart.
Now we are merely glass shards
moved by the ocean’s heart
And if we once should happen
washed up on the same beach
we, by the sea’s erosion,
can never fuse the breach