Field of dreams like shattered glass
A gaze into a broken past
A life well lived in broken shards
Beyond repair, not in the cards
Fragments cutting, fingers bleed
To see it whole there is no need
You cannot fix it, do not try
To try is just to live a lie
Leave the pieces where they lay
And start anew another day
Destroy it now, begin again
Or fight a battle none can win
Raise your axe and find release
Break it all to find your peace
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The Beginning At Last 
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