Chant Through Skies Above

In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
A darkened soul with tales to tell,
With fractured wings and a heavy heart,
A journey forged yet torn apart.

Above the clouds where angels play,
Their golden light in the pure array,
They weave a dance of hope and grace,
Yet darkness clings—a soft embrace.

Through realms of light, they softly glide,
Their voices were sweet as the rippling tide;
But in the gloom where echoes sigh,
The lost souls wander—hear their cry.

Oh, heaven bright! With radiant hue,
Pour down your love like morning dew;
Let not despair eclipse the night,
For every soul, there seeks its light.

In battles fought on fields unseen,
Where shadows roam and specters glean —
Emerges strength from deepest pain;
For even loss can lead to gain.

So find me ‘neath the weeping stars;
In twilight’s arms or shadowed bars;
As angels chant through skies above —
I’ll rise anew—reborn by love.