Feathers

I heard hope in the chillest land

Sung it's tune with crumbs in hand

I felt the birds give meaning to

An otherwise broken day

It made my knees draw slack and weak

I'd sound out words were I not so meek

Like sweetness, strangeness, warmth, and soul

I'm awash without a cause to pray

On an otherwise broken day

There was an ocean calm, there was a storm on land

We were justified to scrap all plans

Every darkness has a different look

Through the window of your gospel

Warmth comes to me when the sky is bleak

When the gray light chills your frozen cheek

It's not hard to feel the weight of soul

When all reverie has been put on hold