a little boy cried with tears of glass
they dropped and met the solid ground and crashed
and it was a summer morning and dew shined for a mile
and the smile was sarcastic, if there was a smile

and they were 30 standing under the blue sky
and their palms were sweating and their lips were dry
wind celebrated between stones and tiles
and the smile was sarcastic, if there was a smile

and the wind blew the trees like a winter day storm
and the trees stood as if they were curved in stone
and the words were as clear as the were written in bryle
and the smile was sarcastic, if there was a smile

and the shattred tears were no longer found
became one with the solid ground
and between summer mornings when dew shines for a mile
the smile is sarcastic if there is a smile