Boy Feathers
Yes I stroked his feathers
Held his taloned hands
Yes I fed him insects
Slept within his nest
And I'll never forgive 'em that day
Shot him like a bird of prey, prey
Yes I knew his mother
Held her as she cried
They stripped him of his feathers
Left him there to die
A beautiful flying thing
(Of) Course they had to take his wings
Hey kid, you circling alone
Shot out of heaven like a cold blue stone
Hey kid, you circling alone
Shot out of heaven, shot out of heaven
Held his taloned hands
Yes I fed him insects
Slept within his nest
And I'll never forgive 'em that day
Shot him like a bird of prey, prey
Yes I knew his mother
Held her as she cried
They stripped him of his feathers
Left him there to die
A beautiful flying thing
(Of) Course they had to take his wings
Hey kid, you circling alone
Shot out of heaven like a cold blue stone
Hey kid, you circling alone
Shot out of heaven, shot out of heaven
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Writer(s): Melissa Cupernall
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