Glowing ash illuminates the naked branches of the trees

Flowers float like ghosts unharmed in the middle of the stream

The stale taste of smoke still permeates the air

But embers have yet to touch this earth

That both on which our homes both share

As the owl feather falls despite the wind

The comfort of its flight helps me to understand

The reasons the time in which were in

It blows away the shrouds

And the ashes fall like snow

We painted on your daughters

Face with the mud the rain had made

Then we all began to play make believe and left the bills unpaid

As the owl feather falls despite the wind

The comfort of its flight helps me to understand

The reasons the time in which were in

It blows away the shrouds

And the ashes fall like snow