A feather fell on the ground in front of me,nThe evening sun, it crept on in,nBlue turned to black and the stars shone endlessly;nAll of love isn't free.nnHolding my hand like a script in a picture,nand holding my wrist like you're choking death,nThe look in your eye speaks like ages of life;nAll of love isn't free.nnI couldn't see why you ran from me,nI keep running it back, I keep playing it back,nIn a moment I see how it came to be...nnThere are stranger ways to fall from grace,nAnd harder ways to see your face,nIf I will not be what fear makes me;nLove will set me free.nn(A white feather fell)nn