"Tons resting on a glass heart"

the world so full of greve
is like a ton resting on a glass heart
so meny crys to the clouds
yet all is deaf in the skys
awaiting a hero awaiting a savior
all in vain as the hour glass counts away
no natural love no natural care
the world is suffering
beneath are feet she crys
please spare me fresh air
for i have gavein you shelter
for when my glass heart shadders
we will die together.

there was a miss spell in my post i just noticed let me fix that...i ment greave not greve.lol

Welcome aboard the site, and a fair introductory poem.