Fragile Glory

Fragile Glory

WRITTEN BY: CAMERON BLAKE

In the quiet solitude of morning 
I feel the twilight break the night in half 
An earthworm’s writhing just beneath the surface 
A beetle’s on another beetle’s back 

Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me from the steeple 
Above the bell that children love to ring 
Well, I’m in the corner watching the barista 
Cleaning out the dishes in the sink 

Tiny ballet slippers on the nightstand 
Tiptoeing from the curtain call 
What is man that you are mindful of him 
When he’s tearing down the mirror on the wall? 

Fragile glory’s swelling up a beatin’ heart 
A bicycle headlight’s passin’ through the dark 
The tightrope walker points his toe to start 
And the old bag lady pulls a grocery cart 
We are human hallelujahs orchestrating what we can’t control 

Lovers breathing through the window 
Drawing out their futures on the glass 
Leftovers sitting on the table 
Marvin Gaye records on the rack 

I still remember when you brought home this piano 
And when the neighbors ruined its veneer 
This room was always filled with laughter 
From everyone who ever sat here 

First recital punch bowls lined like steel drums 
Where everybody has a nervous twitch 
What is man that you are mindful of him 
When he’s tying a balloon around your wrist? 

Fragile glory’s swelling up a beatin’ heart 
A bicycle headlight’s passin’ through the dark 
The tightrope walker points his toe to start 
And the old bag lady pulls a grocery cart 
We are human hallelujahs orchestrating what we can’t control

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