Butterflies, something about butterflies
Screaming, screaming into my life I go,
never able to say what cannot be said.
My broken heart constantly prays that soon
my lost soul will find its way once again.
My life cast adrift in the universe
not know which hopes and dreams to follow.
Constantly failing at the ones I choose,
constantly finding reasons to keep moving.
Always thinking of the faces and the places,
that mean so much to me.
Alone I stand with my heart being warmed,
by a sun rising over the horizon.
A sun I would like to be you.
