That black feather will fall,
But it will fall in the palms of his,
Who loves you for who you are,
And as that feather falls,
The darkness will fade,
And color will be added,
As the feather lands in his palms,
He will walk right over to you,
And sit on that empty seat next to yours,
And then he’ll wipe that tear rolling down your cheek, and just ass a glow to your sight,
Making a colorful feather rise.