Trapped Within The Wind - Ancestral Legacy

And if your heart of glass should shatter

I’d be there to mend it back together.

Picking up every piece that scattered, no hurry

I’d sacrifice forever.

But I guess it doesn’t really matter

And it probably won’t ever.

As I’m no more than a feather

Trapped within the wind.

And if my shattered heard should find repair

Please don’t think my love has ceased.

There’ll always be room for you there

Deep within the mended pieces.

That’s just how things are

As I’m no more than a feather, lost from home.

The wind has taken me so far

Trapped within the wind…