The shattered pieces of mirrors dared to question, How come lifeless urge to be answered My intellect probably can't Broken, my soul answers Not the pieces but something deeper lying engraved in you. Want to come in it's original form But broken it lies down waiting to be answered. Became a part of me long ago So shattered it now is that I can't recognize myself Time urged me to burn my desire But instead I broke that part of me That somewhere still lie engraved.