Pretty Purple Butterfly

Why does life taunt us?

Pining a little purple butterfly,

To the ground.

Why don't you fight? I ask him.

'Because I can't.' he replies.

Well, why not? I ask.

'Because they don't want me too.'

Poor little butterfly,

Can't you see,

You were ment to be free,

Poor little butterfly,

You must go,

Tarvel to the unknown

So unfold your wings,

And take flight,

Disapear into that glowing light

 

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