I used to live in a glass bubble

That reflected light to shine on me

I used to drift in that bubble through fields and meadows

Past hills and farms and lakes and trees

Until I came upon my first human

A young boy who asked me to play

So I tossed him a ball

And he tossed it back but broke my glass
Took a piece of it with him

And went on his way

My bubble sank a little, and I understood




Winds carried me to a distant village

That offered me some bread and cheese

Then my bubble they began to pillage

Until the glass was battered

And I fell to my knees

My bubble sank a little, and I understood




Rivers floated my broken bubble to a city

Where stone erupted from the ground

The people there watched my arrival with pity

And looked upon my bubble with a frown

So they asked me why I came

They asked me why I bled

One man beat against the glass

Until it shattered, and as I fell I said

"I used to live in a glass bubble
That reflected light to shine on me

But people grew envious as I drifted

And no longer allowed the glass to be

The pain they delivered upon my glass

Was a thousand times their own, by hand

They killed something precious, you see

And now I understand."