Featherstone

When the wind is curling

And your heart is yearning

Oh god please help me let go.

 

A feather in the wind

Blinded by steam

Oh where did the sunrise go.

 

To the heavens of storms

You’re way up above

And I’m finding it hard to Let go

 

Mountains of birds

And rivers that sting

Oh why did you have to go.

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