Glass Houses

7 July 2010 | Paul Rea

We all live in glass houses
In statues made of clay
By day we kneel
By night we prey

We raise our eyes
Our hands to the sky
None of us admitting
We’re just living a lie

Throw no stone
Leave none unturned
Because the pillars we lean on
Tumble and burn
Falling to the ground
Making no sound
As the walls crash down
The glass houses that surround
Us all
Mock us

As they fall