Smiles and Glass

Seems like the end of an era. 
Will I hold on or float away?
Will things fall in place, 
Or will nostalgia rule?
Will smiles come with broken glass
Or will there be truth?
Is happiness going to be heavy?
Or as light as a dewdrop on a petal?
Roses might bloom, roses might die,
Will I prevent tears from escaping my eyes?