When I think of
Fates worse than death
In the midst of the storm
Searching for shelter
I came upon
One single feather
A half-hearted wish
For something better
Gracefully cursed
I thirst
Attached to the soul
In the midst of the storm
Searching for shelter
I came upon
One single feather
I half-hearted wish
For something better
Gracefully cursed
I thirst
Gracefully cursed
I thirst