Hearing Butterfly Wings
I sit in my dark blinded by life
Hearing butterfly wings, so free from strife
My desire to be released in liberty free
To flutter my days as they should be
For each and every day when I close my eyes
Hearing butterfly wings amidst my cries
To feel the strength to step through the door
As I recall when I did, many years before
I'm sitting in my dark blinded by life
Hearing butterfly wings, as I hold the knife
My desire to be released in liberty free
As my life slowly trickles in crimson spree
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
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