Butterflies - Trouble

She breaks the vows and turns to cast a stone

I’m lashing out in desperation’s way

A lovely child is peering from the hall

He holds his tongue and sadly looks away

Visions in my mind again of

Innocence I can’t defend

Wings are shown, the chrysalis has grown

The butterflies have flown

The stone — it drags me to the deep

She hides the truth inside another lie

Time marching on, the boy is petrified of tender

Beauty lurking just outside

Visions that I can’t forget

Decisions that I now regret

He sees the butterflies and gently moans

He feels so all alone…

The trial that comes, eleventh hour nears

The future clouded in a veil of doubt

My only hope for you, my loving child

Is that you see the beauty in the sky

Disappointment with myself

For putting problems on the shelf

Hopefully you’ll feel my love

And comfort in what flies above

Visions in my mind again of

Innocence I can’t defend

Wings are shown, the chrysalis has grown

The butterflies have flown