Dear Butterfly, This is me again, your Diary
Dear Butterfly,
I have heeded the request
To find my way
But which way do I go?
I know you said the answer was within
And right in front of me
But I can't see anything
Just my reflection
That looks up back at me
Like I am a butterfly in a mirror
Except it is just my wings
and the reflection is my tears on my butterfly
clipped wings.
This is my butterfly song: Don't tell me to clip my wings and fly like a Butterfly
Don't tell me to soar
Like I never did before
Don't tell me it is in the spirit
When I can't seem to control the wind
Don't tell me to stay in the cage
Like a fairy you want to keep
To steal every light of its magical powers
And Don't tell me to clip my wings and fly like a Butterfly.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Stars, My Butterfly
FantasyThe Butterfly was lost and now she was found Even while she was deeply hidden in the dark forest Forced to live captive by the evil curse That was the enchantment of the voice She used to be able to sing But without her voice She lost somethin...
