Glass

I hear the crunch, walking on the grass
And I look down at the broken glass.
Today I know – not collect debris.
They have a small size. They have a small size.
And much of the past. This glass as big way.
It can be light, and can be very  gray.
And all or nothing. It is the first step.
You want to find your way on the map.

It is time for my lunch,
I hear the strong crunch.
And small pieces of glass,
It does not fix, alas.
It is hard to forget,
That you can feel, to gat.
The ticket is in my bag,
Time for me, to go back.

This is my ticket, show me by berth!
We find new friends and will be rebirth.
But, I look down at the broken glass.
It is sad, hard, but do not need to pass.
Around me a lot of bright, strong girls.
And I look at them as a mass of pearls.
At bay somewhere there is my half
And it is clean, feelings and large love.

It is time for my lunch,
I hear the strong crunch.
And small pieces of glass,
It does not fix, alas.
It is hard to forget,
That you can feel, to gat.
The ticket is in my bag,
Time for me, to go back.