I would like to be a butterfly, floating in the breeze.
Drinking from the sweetest flowers, pretty as you please.
To fly upon a cloud and rest my weary wings.
Then float on by and say Hello, to every bird that sings.
I would like to be a butterfly, that lands upon your sill.
When you grace me with your eyes, I would see the joy you feel.
Then I would gently flutter off, floating in the air
I think I’ll find a lovely girl, whose heart is in despair.
With much care I flutter down, landing in her hair
But she is weeping too hard, to notice I am here.
Dancing all around her, as I try to calm her fears.
Now I need someone, to mend my tired and tattered wings.
To gently embrace me in their hands, hold me oh, so near.
Is there anyone out there?
That can dry a butterflies tears?
Brenda Conley ~ © 2001
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