What comfort is there When slivers of glass Grind in my joints with each move While fiery beaks tear at my heart And talons rake at my bones What reason to live Is worthy of this What use in facing the morn What good can I do What differs, is right Is brighter and sweet For all that I’ve done For all that I’ve tried In all of these years For all of the tears Shed from the day I was born I don’t know I don’t know But I hope you will try To forget all the pain And remember the times that were good The smiles and the laughs The touches and sighs The days when the air tasted sweet And hope was something alive When moving was something that only brought joy And slivers of glass were just something bright That sparkled and glittered and shone And maybe if you will hold that delight And share in the time I have left In laughter and smiles and sighs Then maybe my hopes are still stirring with life And pain doesn’t matter at all