Into the Wind

I'm made of glass, don't break me.
Thread carefully, I tend to spin into orbit and I tend to not look back.
I'm light as a feather and when the wind takes me there is no telling where I might land.
If you get too close I will run just because I can.
If I feel too much I will leave.
I will pick up that suitcase always standing by the door.
I will look to the sunrise and set off into its brightness, into the gold.
Cause I'm one of those who'll leave rather than stay.

My heart and my hands come with the dust and are gone with the wind.

Frank Turner – I Am Disappeared