Diamond Wings

My wings that once were sparkling and made of patterned glass,
Are shattered into pieces and spread across the ground.
I cannot fly my path without them on my back,
And so I grasp the fragments that are scattered all around.

My wings were formed too fragile, too precious to the touch,
And so they broke too easily, no stamina for me.
I wish they were like diamond, both beautiful and strong,
Then I could soar above my sin and then I could be free.