Etched in glass for all to see, forever preserved is misery
Wind carries words that tear at the soul, each one taking its grand toll
Coming close to the edge, looking over the foreboding ledge
Scarlet scars leak tears of life, each one representing the endless strife
A murmured prayer against soft lips, the burning trail left by finger tips
To speak such truth is blasphemy, for all it brings is tragedy
Ignorance produces infinite bliss, hiding emotions behind the passionate kiss