Minute Songs: Feather
July 17, 2008
He said I was brave
As my knuckles hit the pavement
With years of seconds spent
Tucked behind my ears
Waiting for life to begin
Is this what you're going for?
Is this what you're made of?
Is this what you're going for?
Is this what you're made of?
She's light as a feather
She floats to the ground
And when she hits
She doesn't make a sound
And she's off and running
In search of a crown
And you can try
But you cannot take her down
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