Angel

In soft shadows, an angel wanders,  

With wings of light, but a heavy soul.  

Its bonds are threads of pain and fear,  

In the eternal gloom, where dreams are modesty.  

Tied to destiny, with no flight to aim for,  

You can't hear the whispers of the wind.  

Sing in silence, your sad song,  

Tears fall, cover the floor.  

Your eyes are seas of deep blue,  

They reflect the echoes of a fruitful world.  

But hope, like fog, fades away,  

Between cold shackles, time does not bring.  

And in the twilight, when the light hides,  

An imprisoned angel, your pain responds.  

But there is a subtle glow in sadness,  

The promise of wings, of young love.  

One day, perhaps, he will let go  

The bonds of fear, and fly again.  

But for now, in the shadows, he tries to dream,  

A tethered angel, who yearns for home.