The gentle wings of butterflies Softly touch my weary eyes And yet the burden of its weight I simply can't alleviate. So seemingly it glides upon The ocean's breeze, the soft birdsong But still the echo's silent tears Reverberate within my ears. Grasping at the ray of light Eluding me it takes its flight To leave me here some worlds away Lost within life's bleak array. The butterfly has gentle wings And birds such cheerful songs they sing, So why the weightless effort seems A heavy burden breaking me. Through every fire, every storm, Every famine and every every war, When winter's bleakness soon is gone Some things still remain strong. So when the Springtime of our lives Emerges like the butterfly I'll dance upon the gentle breeze Within those wings embracing me. © Christina 31st October, 2005