Feather In The Wind

I’m a feather in the wind.

I’m up and then in down again.

And all the places I have been,

to heavens gates and round the bend.

But thing as are never what they appear to be,

'cause everybody’s trying to grab a hold of me.

So catch me if you can.

Set me free again.

Like a feather in the wind

I’m a reflection in the glass, cause I can’t keep from looking back.

I know the pieces that I left, are stuck inside a broken past.

Things are never what they appear to be.

So ill dig a little deeper than what the eye can

And if anybody asks,

I’m making friends at last

With my reflection in the glass

I’m softer than a bride in white

But I'm tough enough to fight my own fight

Sometimes higher than a quivering kite

More lowly than beggars plight

Like a fire in the night

I’m burning up with all my might

Don’t wanna flicker out of sight

Fade into the morning light

Things are never what they appear to be,

cause only time will tell when.

I’m ashes at your feet.

So when I’m burning bright,

let me be your light.

Like a fire in the night.

Things are never what they appear to be.

So many different pieces,

Make up the whole of me.

So hold me in your hands.

Take me as I am.

I’m a reflection.

I’m a fire in your direction.

I’m undone.

So just love me as I come.

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