White Feathers, Strange Sights

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)