malicatsz

I tell of hearts and souls and dances...
Butterflies and second chances;
Desperate ones and dreamers bound,
Seeking life from barren ground,

Who suffer on in earthly fate

The bitter pain of agony's state,

Might but they stop and here forgive

Would break the bonds to breathe and live

And find that life in goodness brings

A chance for change, the hope of wings

To rest in skies, and self to die

And so become a butterfly