Feathers in the fullness Of a wind through forest trees Find a home when They make a nest complete
My soul is changed A rain drenched sheet of paper And even under cloudless skies I can't rewrite my chapters
But you, a brand new page Reaching for the breeze Ready to float with dazzled eyes Give my story hope for an ending That will let me rest one day Where my mother rode the ripples Off into the rhythm of the rain That cycles through this world never returns but always remains.
We all give a little bit of ourselves to life, but giving those pieces to our children make those losses meaningful