This old heart is made of Steel & Glass.
It's made up of deep valleys and unfilled cracks.
The Glass can be so fragile and trusting.
If shattered it's sure to cut all of us.
But each time it is broken, steel grows back.
The steel is solid yet it doesn't know how to feel.
This old heart made of steel & glass.
Keeps on beating strong.
All the while searching for an impasse.
Why do all life's demons wear a mask?
Someday on this ride we all crash.
I'm lacking reasons to trust because even steel bends and rusts.
©budmac38
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