And if your heart of gla** should shatter
I'd be there to mend it back together
Picking up every piece that scattered, no hurry
I'd sacrifice forever
But I guess it doesn't really matter
And it probably won't ever
As I'm no more than a feather
Trapped within the wind
And if my shattered heard should find repair
Please don't think my love has ceased
There'll always be room for you there
Deep within the mended pieces
That's just how things are
As I'm no more than a feather, lost from home
The wind has taken me so far
Trapped within the wind...