The feather floats down
Simple as can be.
I look at it with envy,
For I wish I was as free.

If my life was so simple,
Who's to say what it could be?
If I were just like that feather,
People might just see...

That I'm not quite the person they think I am,
It's not for me to tell.
They're blind because they can't see,
But really, who put them under this spell?

I hate the things that can't change,
Admire those that do.
If I were just like that feather,
Who knows, I might just tell you.

But you're as blind as can be,
I wish I could give you
The power to see.
But if I did that,
Who knows that could be?
Things will stay how they are,
But will you ever be free?