I'm beginning to finally shed the feather patches on my wings
Those of which only taunt me and my dreams to fly
Those of which hurt to look at
The kind of hurt that drowns your heart and causes it to sink
The kind of hurt that make the shadows of the night dance with glee
I'm beginning to feel more and more free
I'm shedding my feather patches
Then soon my broken wings will heal, my wings will grow new feathers
And I will let my feathers snow the creatures below
They will see with every feather that falls freedom, true freedom.