Wandering the winter wasteland in the snow Stillness and shadows chill me to the bone Cradling a wineglass' shattered shape in hands I come across the ruins of my homeland I saw you sitting quietly in the midst of the remains With hands I saw were wounded, you motioned me to stay We sat there in the silence until you spoke to ask About the burden that I carried, the bloody shards of glass I've been trying to hold it all together Cause I don't know what else that I can do You asked me for the wreckage: my lacerated hands And the fragile load they carried, the weight of its demand I told you "I'm afraid to, it's all that I have left" I looked into your eyes then; to my surprise, you wept You said You've been trying to hold it all together Because you didn't know what else to do You don't need to hold it all together But you won't like what you will need to do