When I fall, the feathers fly
When I reach, they drift away
Calm, quiet, a summer breeze
Lifts the feathers higher.
When I fall, the feathers fly
When I call, they turn away
Soft, gentle, they look up
Though I scream from below.
When I fall, the feathers fly
When I reach, call, cry
They look to the stars, the sun, the sky
And stand by as I suffer.
They pity me
Unable to float, to soar
The one who falls while they fly
But when I fall, the feathers fly
So when I fall they let me cry
Because when I fall
They glide higher
So why would they stop me from falling?