The Butterfly Angel
it landed on my finger
as I stood by my windowsill
even though my sight is fading
I know it's yellow still
and every time it visits
I can't help but she'd a tear
because every time it visits
I know my angels here
she comes to me in the mornings
she stays all day long
she leaves me at night
but I know she's not really gone
I feel her in the breeze
she's the shadow on my wall
I feel her when I breathe
she's with me threw it all
so come to me sweet butterfly
there's no reason for you to be gone
so come to me sweet butterfly
with me you do belong......
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