The Butterflies Touch my Soul

The Musical Voice of My Butterfly

If the butterfly had a voice

If she had a voice

It would be her willing sound off the apple tree

But her soul of the heart like a maple tree

And every leaf was a note that was the lyric to a song

That she heard

The Musical Voice of My Butterfly

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The voice that made her a tattoo

She sang and sang with her heart like a tattoo

You could hear it whisper

You could feel it in your bones

And even though your stomach was full of butterflies when you saw the one you loved for the very first time and even though they all might try to eat your heart out you have the advantage to either stay in or out

Love is not easy as much as life is not the route of the road you take when it gets hard

Dreams are nothing when the going gets tough and we all keep on playing our charades of the night and the games are fun when we are playing the dice and letting it roll but now we are in a new game with a new level of Simon says.

Placing bets on life

You placed your bets

On the one who could love me

But while you were playing scratch off

And trying to win the lottery

I was out there loving you

And you were out there trying to make me a fool.

You are the Angel, the Angel of Shakespeare

You are the Angel that could make me a heaven

And with my halo of my wings as a shield

You quoted scripture

While I was in love with the voice of Shakespeare

And the heart of the poems that could turn into a play

That is pure poetry at its best

In every way.

The ride of your life

You may ride the coaster

And say what people

Want to hear

And while they are trying to stay in your good graces

You are already adding their name to the don't not call list

And the book of black list.

He sang like a cannery

He came up with a singing cannery

And you told him to keep it quiet

And stay low key in a journal of secrets

But his voice was so pure

That everyone wanted the music of his album

On their playlist.

The Musical Voice of the song, who wrote the Butterfly

If she had a voice

It would be her willing sound off the apple tree

But her soul of the heart like a maple tree

And every leaf was a note that was the lyric to a song

That she heard

The Musical Voice of My Butterfly

Write.