I am clumsy; chronically clumsy!!!

If I were God, the sun would fall, the moon would crack, the stars would die.
The seas would spill like shattered glass, the winds would choke, the earth would cry,
And life itself would trip and crash, torn from the heavens, left to dry.

The mountains crushed to dust and bone, the trees uprooted, wrenched and tossed,
The blood of dawn would stain the sky, as time itself slips, wrecked and lost,
And worst of all,my own two hands would drop my fate, my dreams, my cost.

I hate this curse, this twisted fate, to break all things I hold too tight.