There once was a little boy
His teddy was his favorite toy
Without it he could feel no joy

One day the bear was sadly lost
And his smiling face became ever cross
There could never be a larger loss
For that little boy.

The loss of his favorite toy
Led desperation to the boy
He sought out as many ways
To again see his teddy’s face
As the world had known

He found the bear, bruised and beaten
Beyond repair, its death was nearing
With extra care, he lifted the toy
Tears fell from the little boy
But then he heard his Father coming
And assured him help was on the way.

One feather fell as I flew to my home
Rocking and swinging as the wind was blow’n
I raced ever faster for fear of my family
My hopes and my dreams crushed in the face of reality
Soon I arrived, my worst fears realized,
one feather falls as a casualty of war

A third feather fell as I ran and reached the door
but found blackness there and nothing more

The last feather fell as I saw naught of my birds
And I saw and heard nothing, save empty words
Words of comfort were nonexistent to me,
I felt as though nothing could set me free
from the sorrow of my old home tree

The last feather had fallen and then I realized
The sorrow within me had to be defied,
Lest I fall victim to my worst fears realized.

May flowers, from April showers
But some flowers are year-round
As if they possess some magical powers
As if they have life abound

May flowers, sour and wilt
As they're crushed by what we built
And although I never laid a brick on the house of fear
I can't help but feel like I caused it to be here

Being afraid of what lies ahead
My older skin, my toughness, I shed
Losing the aid of a tough exterior
I've broken down, falling apart in the interior

I channel my fears into my arts
Ignoring my brain and preferring my heart

But this made it harder to make the right choice
And when I was confronted with your mesmerizing voice
I made the wrong one
I told myself that I was done
But I wasn't strong enough to make the right decision
And now between us, there's never been a greater schism.

You were my Mayflower
The ship that brought me to a new world
Now you're some evil power
Dragging me down to the cold.

My mayflower wilted by my own home
an irony unconsidered by my flesh and bone

For safety brought you only pain
And now the greater pow'r is my shame
And besides you, whom I won't blame
There's no one with which to share the game.