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Lying By The Road
I am that piece of broken glass, lying by the road,
I have been smashed, as useless left, lying by the road.
Bits of gravel have scoured hard, lying by the road
And acid rains have pelted me, lying by the road.
My sharp edges have been blunted, lying by the road
By the rough, grinding sands of time, lying by the road.
Maybe I'm not so worthless though, lying by the road
For when the sun is angled right, lying by the road
A golden sparkle filters through, lying by the road
And I warm up and beautify, lying by the road.
And so, you see, I have a role, lying by the road.
I am part of life's mosaic, lying by the road.
