Wings, with Divine Design

I lay broken and bruised shattered a crossed the forests floor 
Weeping and painful my wounds bleed and sting 
I create armor, a cushion to surround me so I may endure 
I follow directions and persistent demands for what is expected of me 
I long to be good enough and efficient for you to smile back at me with pride 
Instead I fall short of your expectations and face your verbal vengeance 
Tears fill my eyes, with a smile I must lead for nobody can see me slowly dying 
Even though your icy soul forms a igloo around me 
My soul is the fire deep within, my spirit the moon in the darkest of the night 
I walk the pathway with determination and faith I will discover pure and good 
Each day I endure the fire fades and the moon dims. 
Then one day I see a light off in the distance, with the question dream or reality 
My days are as dark as the night with the sound of a whip landing upon me 
I reach for the light, and hold the beauty as my guide 
I follow this light never loosing sight of the presence of peace within it 
Explanations are strived for unfounded answers but I still walk to the light. 
A hand reaches out from the light accompanied by the words that all is right 
A being stands through the light, with presence and wisdoms of delight 
Wounds are filled one by one with a substance known as true and real love 
The deepest fears are gently tamed all the while the cage is torn apart 
My wings are dusted off and under construction with a Devine design 
The beauty of the light guides me and forms a wonderful man before me 
The journey leads me into great depths and darkness 
The light surrounding me glowing guides me, on a wondrous adventure 
In the greatest darkness I found the astonishing beauty of your light 
We now walk hand in hand through the hot coals and the cool waters 
Proud and honored our lights the guide we build a empire together with dignity and pride