My life is like a glass Broken to pieces Piece by piece The glass lies at the side of the road The wind blew this glass Like dust in the wind How come this glass is broken? It can't be fixed But my life can My life will be repaired someday My life is my priority It is my priority to fix it Where did the wind go that blew this glass? Why was this life shattered so many times? Into so many pieces? A broken glass is painful A shattered life is hard to put back together But I am trying.