Broken Butterfly

April 29, 2009
Broken butterfly
Scared and torn
Flys in to a patch of thorns
Waiting for someone that will never come
Hoping dreaming for the one
Slowly she starts to sleep as the shadows start to creep
As it rains her color drains
Holding on by a wing
She starts to sing
She sings the lullaby that she wrote
Falling asleep she lets go
Falling falling catch me now
For I might fall fast
And never slow

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