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The Butterfly
Whisper in the wind,
is it calling me home,
or warning me to run,
I have to,
RUN, RUN, RUN,
run for my passion,
run for my hope,
save them in time,
from the tightening rope,
Have I fallen down the last pit of doom?
have I killed the last victim in the room?
have I let false shame fly me to the moon?
With no way back home anytime soon?
The fury of the night,
forging our youth,
or concealing the truth,
oh it was,
FUN, FUN, FUN,
love-made capers,
action that shaped us,
set us to light,
in the burgeoning blaze.
Have I fallen down the last pit of doom?
have I killed the last victim in the room?
have I let false shame fly me to the moon?
With no way back home anytime soon?
Am I the epitome of my final destination?
Following the winding road that falls to abyss.
Is my salvation lost or just fraught with desperation?
Following the winding road, falls into...
ABYSS!
Turn around, I hear her sing,
"maybe it's not too late,"
the golden butterfly,
flutters its wings,
it cannot change,
what's come to pass,
but it can glorify,
GLORIFY.
Have I climbed out of the last pit of doom?
have I saved the last victim in the room?
I didn't let false shame fly me to the moon,
Wherever you are, I'll come home to you soon.
is it calling me home,
or warning me to run,
I have to,
RUN, RUN, RUN,
run for my passion,
run for my hope,
save them in time,
from the tightening rope,
Have I fallen down the last pit of doom?
have I killed the last victim in the room?
have I let false shame fly me to the moon?
With no way back home anytime soon?
The fury of the night,
forging our youth,
or concealing the truth,
oh it was,
FUN, FUN, FUN,
love-made capers,
action that shaped us,
set us to light,
in the burgeoning blaze.
Have I fallen down the last pit of doom?
have I killed the last victim in the room?
have I let false shame fly me to the moon?
With no way back home anytime soon?
Am I the epitome of my final destination?
Following the winding road that falls to abyss.
Is my salvation lost or just fraught with desperation?
Following the winding road, falls into...
ABYSS!
Turn around, I hear her sing,
"maybe it's not too late,"
the golden butterfly,
flutters its wings,
it cannot change,
what's come to pass,
but it can glorify,
GLORIFY.
Have I climbed out of the last pit of doom?
have I saved the last victim in the room?
I didn't let false shame fly me to the moon,
Wherever you are, I'll come home to you soon.
Published 27th Mar 2017
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