Fallen From Glass

The child, lightened by the light
Upon the fogged glass
Formed with fingers full of faith
The role which he had cast

A noble heart and beaming smile
With eyes reflecting every glow
The artist worked upon a dream
His hero he would someday know

But had he viewed tomorrow's tracks
The picture might have shifted
He may have seen perfection's cracks
And grafted work less gifted

But boys who invent marble men
Forget their dreams and fall
And if that boy had seen me then
He may have turned and smudged it all