Monday, April 1, 2002

butterfly

My dear, you’re like a butterfly
Your soul so free of sin
But like the butterfly, once touched
You’ll never fly again

So many things are new to you
You thought you’d never try
You gave up your ability
To soar into the sky

My dear you’re like the others now
You’re tarnished yet you grin
You laugh and pull my wings apart
still innocent within