The Broken Wings of Butterflies

Where did the children go?

The laughing, smiling, joyous children,

Bright orbs of life.

Where did the children go?

Now replaced by the haunting corpse

Of a dismantled dream.

The toys are broken now

Broken by the wings of the

Half-hearted whispers coming from the

Barren mouths of past.

The Green Light gone.

The I know you can and the you’ll do greats

All just lies for synthetic hope.

We are an army.

 An army of dead dreams and futures,

Carried on the broken wings of butterflies.