Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whitley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lawrence Greenwood
Composer
Lyrics
A feather fell on the ground in front of me
The evening sun, it crept on in
Blue turned to black and the stars shone endlessly
All of love isn't free
Holding my hand like a script in a picture
And holding my wrist like you're choking death
The look in your eye speaks like ages of life
All of love isn't free
I couldn't see why you ran from me
I keep running it back, I keep playing it back
In a moment I see how it came to be
There are stranger ways to fall from grace
And harder ways to see your face
If I will not be what fear makes me
Love will set me free
(A white feather fell)
Written by: Lawrence Greenwood