I woke beneath a glass sky,

Cracks above me, painted high.

Tried to hold the world too tight,

And watched it slip through fading light.

But even broken still reflects,

Even silence leaves effects.

I’m learning how to fall with grace,

Not every end is out of place.

Shatter me wide, let the light come through,

I’m not the same — but maybe new.

Let the pieces twist and fly,

I’ll rise beneath this glass sky.

No rewind, no need to try —

I’m alive. I testify.

Maps I followed burned too fast,

Built on echoes from the past.

Now I trust the way it bends —

The road that breaks is where it mends.

The fall was real, the fear was loud,

But I found rhythm in the doubt.

And now I dance where I once hid —

This time, I won’t forget I did.

Shatter me wide, let the light come through,

I’m not the same — but maybe true.

Let the pieces twist and fly,

I’ll rise beneath this glass sky.

No regret, no need to lie —

I’m alive. Electrified.

Even if the sky breaks down,

I’ll paint it with the cracks I’ve found.

Not perfect — just precise enough

To hold a little hope and dust.

Shatter me wide, let the stars align,

I’m not broken — just redefined.

Let the pieces twist and fly,

I’ll rise beneath this glass sky.