A vision shines through shattered glass
of shade across the iron floor.
The picture will distort and grasp
the thoughts that wake, once more.
The broken dreams that I have seen
through the eyes of fiends and foes
they try to lead me to believe
my faith, though strong, shall close.
A fleeting light will pierce the night
to end a somber sleep
with dreams of demons in her eyes
the angel starts to weep.