Falling Feather Poem by Coolwater Menstruums Shannon Daron Strauss

I'M JUST A FEATHER FALLING OUT OF MY DREAM

TO LEAD THE FLIGHT FOR FEED

I HAVE FALLEN, NOW THE SOARING WIND HAS BECOME A SORE UPON MY RESPONSIBILITY

THE GLIDE, IT WAS I THAT THE EYE HAD TRAINED

I HELD FIRM THE TROPHY PRIZE, BUT NOW I'VE FALLEN LEAVING THE EYE ALONE TO REIGN

NO NEED FOR TREMBLES IT IS I ALONE OUT OF MY OWN NEGLIGENCE

I SHOULD'VE HELD ON; SO I WOULD'NT BE BLOWN BY THIS HARD WIND, W/ NO DESTINATION

I STILL FEEL THE EYES DEEP FIERCE AND FIREY FOCUS; IM IN SPIRIT NOW, NEXT PHASE BEFORE DUST

HOPEFULLY I'LL LAND ON A BRIM AND BE WORN FOR A PURPOSE; THE SPIRIT OF THE SKIES

FALLING W/OUT FEAR, THE DAWN OF CRIES

ALREADY THE FIRE IS BURNING W/ ASHY CHANTS WHILE THE DRUMS PREP UNDER THE FIRE SUN

SILENCE WAIL THE CAMP FOR THE EAGLES RETURN....

HEADRESSED FOR PRAISE AND DANCE FOR ITS UNFAILING FEATHERS, ALL BUT ONE

BECAUSE I HAVE FALLEN...

REBORN IN SPIRIT, I'VE BECOME

MYTH OF THE FALLING FEATHER