Broken glass to hold no more,

a dream now lying on the floor.

The fluid with the color oak,

for one man without hope.

Within that fluid what he found,

comfort from a hidden sound.

Tunes so high he could not hold,

the amount of poison to feed his soul.

The color oak within his life,

kept his dream once more alive.

Gave him hope that it will be,

better tomorrow ...

... eternally.