Fields of Butterflies

“Field of Butterflies” Lost in the vast darkness of always confusing battles in my head Not sure which way to roam or just crawl like a child unafraid of anything Seeking for anything that would guide me into the answers I long to find Struggling to see my true ending that gives me the hope of surviving Reaching my hand out to catch the monarch butterfly that spreads its wings before me Wishing for the landing where I could see it eye to eye like the dreams un my dreams I shall always reach out my hand in hopes it be grasped by someone who wishes to see me smile For now, I shall stand alone in this vacant field of God’s creation of freedom God I am here for you to take me into your heaven where I may be free of the demons that surround me I have never truly believed I am the Satan that I am assumed to be Here I am Lord wishing for the healing hands that shall take me away from this unloved and tearful life I am your child begging for your loving arms to heal my fears once and for all I have walked the streets of love, heartache, torture, failure, and success In the end my own failing mind creates this world that leaves me broken and lost There is no place for me in the unforgiving world is all I can believe in So tonight I lay in this field of butterflies and grasp at wings of freedom