I'M JUST A FEATHER FALLING OUT OF MY DREAM
TO LEAD THE FLIGHT FOR FEED
I HAVE FALLEN, NOW THE SOARING WIND HAS BECOME A SORE UPON MY RESPONSIBILITY
THE GLIDE, IT WAS I THAT THE EYE HAD TRAINED
I HELD FIRM THE TROPHY PRIZE, BUT NOW I'VE FALLEN LEAVING THE EYE ALONE TO REIGN
NO NEED FOR TREMBLES IT IS I ALONE OUT OF MY OWN NEGLIGENCE
I SHOULD'VE HELD ON; SO I WOULD'NT BE BLOWN BY THIS HARD WIND, W/ NO DESTINATION
I STILL FEEL THE EYES DEEP FIERCE AND FIREY FOCUS; IM IN SPIRIT NOW, NEXT PHASE BEFORE DUST
HOPEFULLY I'LL LAND ON A BRIM AND BE WORN FOR A PURPOSE; THE SPIRIT OF THE SKIES
FALLING W/OUT FEAR, THE DAWN OF CRIES
ALREADY THE FIRE IS BURNING W/ ASHY CHANTS WHILE THE DRUMS PREP UNDER THE FIRE SUN
SILENCE WAIL THE CAMP FOR THE EAGLES RETURN....
HEADRESSED FOR PRAISE AND DANCE FOR ITS UNFAILING FEATHERS, ALL BUT ONE
BECAUSE I HAVE FALLEN...
REBORN IN SPIRIT, I'VE BECOME
MYTH OF THE FALLING FEATHER
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