Whitley - White Feathers, Strange Sights lyrics

A feather fell on the ground in front of me The evening sun, it crept on in Blue turned to black and the stars shone endlessly; All of love isn't free Holding my hand like a script in a picture And holding my wrist like you're choking d**h The look in your eye speaks like ages of life; All of love isn't free I couldn't see why you ran from me I keep running it back, I keep playing it back In a moment I see how it came to be... There are stranger ways to fall from grace And harder ways to see your face If I will not be what fear makes me; Love will set me free (A white feather fell)