Feather in the Wind

Words getting worse Thoughts growing hoarse I'd be without a voice If I yell it away or not make a noise And I just want to be pretty and mute And be blind to the world But find joy in what grew Feather in the wind Nothing to be Damned to the beast I'd be confined to the cage If I shake the bars or I sit in place And I just want to be pretty like you And not try to twist shapes From what the mirror spewed Feather in the wind And so here goes the wind And so here goes