Like watching a blown-glass angel in the way of a sledgehammer,
Knowing that none of your silent crystalline tears can save her,
Wishing you could hold her, and take each blow that's struck,
Those guards, her defenses, seemingly keeping you stuck,
Forcing you to watch as she's smashed, piece by piece, bit by bit,
Each of the sounds ringing in your ears, can no longer handle it,
You know if you reach her, you'll be shot dead at the scene,
So you stare onward at her gaze, so peaceful, so serene,
Until all that is left is her eyes, it's obscene,
The crowds will disperse, then the guards will leave,
Leaving those eyes as the pieces to receive,
You'll take all those tears that you held inside,
Give them to her to restore all her pride,
Bring back the feelings that she believed died,
In doing so, showing what you've tried to hide,
At this point it's her choice, no words you can say,
Whether with you is the place she will stay,
Or take her new wings, and fly further away.
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