The Miracle

Walking through the fields of emptiness 

The rivers of sorrow 

The valleys of defeat

The place of no escape or shall they say 

I watch as a butterfly lays 

Gazing over the beauty I will never inherit 

Its something that isn’t repellent 

Admiring from afar, yet the comfort feels close 

The sorrows no longer hide my door 

The ending is near I see it clear 

Guided by the butterfly that dissolves my fear 

I lay down and wait

The butterfly saves me from being bait

The valleys and fields become taint 

I finally found it peace is here 

I’m living in a place of no fear 

That's it transcendence appears