You don't have golden down feathers
Or wings that glow in the sun
You didn't hatch from an egg exposed to the weathers
You were a baabe at some point and you've gone
You've gone and eased the hag's dark heart and softened it's poison
You don't have gold down feathers or wings that glow no you have none
You have changed my harsh tune
But yet you have turned my screams to hums and purrs to the moon
My dear girl you may have not been born with down feathers but dare I say you have wings
Because you have healed my wretched soul and dark heart of all things
