In the light of the sun

Watching my future
O’er a pile of stained glass
I felt like an angel
With a wing broken,
Unable to soar upward
And reach my dream,
My hope, my defaced destiny.

Sitting on a stone bench
Of an old rusty park
I saw the sun gleaming scarlet;
Its amiable rays
Spread o’er my heart
Deep as a night-kissed river,
And healed my broken wing.

I listened to the Lord of the sky
When he told me
In a swirl of orange-red light
That you make your destiny.
I embraced that secret
And promised a beautiful art
That sure is the spirit dear,
Said a voice in my heart.