Featherheart

Running in circles in the palm of your hand
Praying to break out, but too weak to fly
Holding my heart while it's falling to sand
Trading your vision and purpose for mine

I'll bring you a rose every evening we live
And even in death I will follow
The moment I die or have nothing to give
Your love will be nothing but hollow

I know you're not able to return my feelings
But I hope you will listen to me
Next time you spread your beautiful wings
I'll release you and we'll both be free