Where the stars in my sky
are the smoke in yours.
And the shadows lurking in my eyes
are your world of closing doors.
And the person saying "I love you"
has broken you beyond repair.
And the teardrop in my eyes
is a life of your despair.

Yet I stare with admiration
at a world that's on its knees.
For the world is not ugly.
The way we shape it
might be.