Before my eyes did pass,
They gazed into a house of glass.
Peering through a fragile world,
Sanctity is lost when stones are hurled.
From within those invisible walls,
On display for the world to see.
Sound is muffled from Samaritan calls,
This fragile home may cease to be.
Those who send out what they receive
Lose more from life than they believe.
Lost and apart from what really matters,
At a passing glance,
Their world shatters.
