All around the floor scattered pieces lay,
Pieces of red, white, and black.
Tear running down my face,
My body limp on the floor.
I pick up the pieces,
but they all shatter at my touch.
I hear footsteps in the distance.
My Father walks in and sees the mess I made.
“Why are you crying my child?” He asked me,
All I could do was show Him my broken pieces.
He picked up each piece one by one and placed them back together.
I became whole,
For He loves me.