With my finger
As the sun gently passed
Across the sky
Bleaching the floor
As the sun gently passed
Across the sky
Bleaching the floor
Nothing in the room
Except for the smell of my cigarette
And dancing in the dust
A small white feather’s
Bid for freedom -
One from my own wings
Except for the smell of my cigarette
And dancing in the dust
A small white feather’s
Bid for freedom -
One from my own wings
And then I heard it,
Not clear at first
The rumble of distant thunder
And it was then and only then
That I knew -
Not clear at first
The rumble of distant thunder
And it was then and only then
That I knew -
I had finally fallen from Grace
With you.
bobby stevenson 2013
bobby stevenson 2013
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