Butterflies aren’t free
they come with a price
one that most people are unwilling to pay
Butterflies aren’t free
they cause pain and hurt
one that most people are afraid to feel
Butterflies are what I feel
every time I think of you
and that feeling is something that I want to feel
The price is high
the pain is real
but they are nothing to the emptiness
I felt before.
Somdays things are wrong
and somedays things are right
But what is wrong we’ll make right when
at night you come home to me.
The stress and the anxiety will float away
the sorrow will flee
and what is wrong we’ll make right when
at night I come home to you.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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