Pearls

There are pearls,

All around

Waiting to be gathered,

Some,

Dusty,

Full of dirt,

But you must bend,

And pick them,

Up,

To find their worth.

Pick up the pieces.

Like shards of broken glass,

They lay,

They reflect,

Pieces of you,

Left behind,

With each broken heart,

You step on them,

With bloodied feet,

But this,

Is your sacrifice,

This is how you live,

You are dying to live,

With every step,

There is pain,

But heaven,

Knows,

You walk the path,

You walk the path,

Hallelujah.