Flame and Butterflies
fragile and pure with wing of light softly fly through the night fluttering by my face wing gently brush my cheek those wing glow brightly with an inner light feel so light and feel so free but be so small i just cana't see lose control it slip from my fist feel a pain that surround my be pain in the form of a flame burn flame that consume the beauty in those glowing wing lose and afraid alone all along with beauty all go life have go stale try to flutter and try to fly try to be again so light and free but with all cause lose and the light so dim the path that be so hard to travel with so many curve and so many hill dead-ends almost everywhere help be need a guide would be nice someone to show me the way that be right with no one near and no one willing the light will eventually die and the wing will move no more not only be it beauty that die or the light that dim but life will be go and freedom shackle the breeze will not blow and the night will be dark so listen to me listen to me call see my plead gaze guide me through this night and on this trail feed my light let it glow let my beauty show let my wing be fragile and pure fill with an inner light let me softly fly through the night