• I hurt to live, and I live to see, that I am no longer me;
    Butterflies need wings why don't we?

    Moving swiftly throught the shadows as silent as night;
    gliding lifeless in it's glorious light.

    As I veiw with grace and dignent delight;
    the wind had blew it out of sight.

    It left me thinking still today;
    We are feathers lost and drifting away.

    Sparing a glance as bright as day;
    at this point my thoughts had drifted away.

    No certian direction,No simple suggestion as where to fly;
    Left to the winds pleeding cry.

    As I open my eyes I realize the purpose;
    eventually they would reach the surface.

    And with this comes peace;
    And there the feathers can finally cease.