A Heap of Broken Images

The time was right
When he dove into the bright light
But all he got were broken images.
She danced all throughout that night,
With her sick child in plain sight
Trying to forget the day's tellings
But all she got were broken images.

What it does is bring them together
Through the good and the bad
In the lost and the found and the dead and alive
So all the images are one, once again.