White Feathered Medicine

Breathe a sigh of relief

We're not all hiding under the sheets

Mother's son, beautifully dressed

But walks the streets only in his vest

I'm here again, nothing's changed

I'm flying through on my drifting plain

And I graced the earth with my views

You don't wanna hear, well, that's up to you

Say what you want about me '

Cause I don't believe what

I read So

I don't mind, you see you

Have no clue of where

I'm going to

White feathered medicine

Is what I crave and all's forgiven

And their fragile wings and delicate cries

Comfort me and my bleeding eyes

See beyond a weary face

You're all the same and there's a pretty little face

It says nothing to me about who

I am I've got nothing to burn, only your sorry hands

Time to put a stop to it,

I had to put up with it

Now I'm sick and tired of it so

Take your views to some other avenue

I don't care, you do as you please

Your crying face and begging on your knees

I know what to do, so leave me be

I've got this feeling, it could be the death of me

I circle around the view

I'm in I wait for days, my patience wearing thin

And I wait for you, tirelessly

Nothing gained,

I just fall to sleep

So you're writing a letter now,

I'm taking a look

While you're signing with kisses and talk of how much

You want to help me write,

I ride into the sky