• The Butterfly
    Oh, if I could have the wings of a Butterfly.
    Colours of eternal beauty so bright.
    If I could leave the darkness and live in light.
    Erase my past, and just spread my wings and fly...

    Summer days came and went.
    Winter brings thoes heartless actions.
    I had no room for mercy, and no compassion.
    Winter days came and went, am I so worthy to
    repent?

    So livid, pure and lovely is she.
    A mind that knows no wrong or right.
    Sees my blackness and hate and spite.
    Yet, she gracefully places herself apon me.

    Oh, heaven! that I should deserve this grace.
    Mercy, you are to kind to me!
    When it is with the fires of hell, I should be.
    To have such a pure creature trust me at this
    time and place.

    To look apon this light, this nector so sweet.
    My eyes should be stabed and blinded.
    Chains should take hold, and I be forever binded.
    But gloriouse fate gave me this fair lady to meet.

    Light has met me, and away from it, I can nolonger be.
    So adicted am I to joy and splender. To the colours of
    her wings so tender. That belong to the Butterfly God gave to
    me.

    all I had to do was ask.....