
Pain like a feather, Deftly for a moment sits, life’s breeze moves it on
Mind like wildflowers, feral heart and pilgrim soul, burn my fire girl.
Pennies in our pocket/ We foolishly spend our days/ but cling to last cent.


Pain like a feather, Deftly for a moment sits, life’s breeze moves it on
Mind like wildflowers, feral heart and pilgrim soul, burn my fire girl.
Pennies in our pocket/ We foolishly spend our days/ but cling to last cent.