A single feather fell from my ceiling
I certainly was not expecting that
Nor was I expecting such a feeling
From inside this jail cell where I’ve sat
Minute after day after month, sitting
Waiting for a sign, waiting for a hope
A feather falls and I guess it’s fitting
That something so simple would help me cope
Coping’s not living, it’s just getting by
But it’s also getting up out of bed
And giving this life the best you can try
I can’t get that image out of my head:
How did a feather get into this place,
And the smile it put upon my face