Lyric

One feather burning at the temple gate

Gold and crimson, too bright to hold

Said she came from somewhere the old songs know

Not bird, not flame, not one or the other—

Both at once, moving like a burning mother

People brought their wishes, tied them to the wood

She circled once and took what was good

I asked her name, she laughed at the question

Said names are cages, I'm past that lesson

Feather burning, never lands

Wisdom living in demand

Feather burning at the gate

Takes the wish and seals the fate

Watched her rise above the shrine roof tiles

Each movement drawn in fire, not trials

People whisper that she reads what's inside—

What you're scared to say, what you've tried to hide

She doesn't judge, just observes and turns

Flight pattern telling what your spirit learns

Feather at the gate, feather at the gate