The Unclaimed Feather

Dropping from the sky there was a feather,

Waking from my sleep I want to grasp it,

Sitting in the clement weather,

Searching for the dreams I want to draft,

Looking for the paths, for the ways, for the mountains, I can climb,

Looking for those days, that darkness so that I can shine,

No doubt it can be tough in the beginning but I need to be strong,

I got to show the people who were pointing at me that they were wrong,

Because dropping from the sky was a chance.

And I have to pick that up to advance.