Butterfly Baby
Butterfly baby,
traveling way too fast.
Uncertianity is her future;
Darkness haunts her past.
Present damns thrash open;
she's sinking down with a broken mast.
Rain drops falling
upon wind beaten glass.
Butterfly baby,
traveling way too fast.
Uncertianity is her future;
Darkness haunts her past.
Swelling surge of weakness:
every tear she claims her last.
Holding the pain within
hoping, one day, it shall pass.
Butterfly baby,
traveling way too fast.
Uncertianity is her future;
Darkness haunts her past.
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