Iron Butterfly
Isn’t time cruel
Never stable or forgiving
When you’d forfeit everything
Just to feel something
When it’s all broken
And you have no more tears to cry
When all you have is false hope
And it seems you might survive
You’re fooling yourself
You’re nothing more than an iron butterfly
Copyright © Brooke Hays | Year Posted 2015
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