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