Feathers in the wind,
Blowing the message they send,
that somewhere,
somewhere,
somewhere,
an angel cries,
and sheds her gentle,
White and soft tears,
and, as another realizes her
malicious and angry fears,
Where can she run?
Her heart and soul
writhing with innocent pain,
her luminous body
and cream-white heart,
driving her emotions insane,
Why, oh Why,
Are her pure heartfelt pleas
Echoing in vain?
