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......