I can say my body's like a house,
That my soul just lies within.
I can say my eyes are windows,
But the glass is very thin.

Tears are like the acid rain,
That come in and sting the soul.
You start to cry, it breaks the glass,
Then the tears begin to roll.

A bully's like a rotton thief,
That breaks the glass with jokes.
If they can laugh at your hurt soul,
Then thier soul's just a hoax.

Sometimes your glass seems very strong,
But when it cracks, and breaks,
It isn't just your soul that stings.
It's your heart that also aces.