Stained glass, murals painted by the past,
You created me, but don’t have to deal
With me, you never could feel me
And certainly you can’t heal me
This task is for me to bare
Looking through my minds
Window, which you made
For me
Vision, true vision,
Concealed, masked,
are there anymore
Panes left unstained,
Peepholes, through which to see
Until the time comes
To shatter the glass
Finally set free