As I wandered through those fenced in fields among those flowers, you're almost concealed
I wrap my fingers carefully around you don't know I'm there, I didn't make a sound
No matter how soft I am, I bruise your light wings not knowing the damage, a song I sing
Caged in my grip, you start to worry you start to cry and your vision gets blurry
You don't know where you're flying now wings can only fly as my grip will allow
Starting to realize you were meant to fly your spirit slowly starts to die
If only you'd known I was on my way you'd have turned around and flown away
If only your screams I could hear those fences never would have disappeared
But I watched you go with only a sigh you're long gone now, My Butterfly
J 3 S S I L Y · Thu Aug 09, 2007 @ 12:58am · 0 Comments |