Every time you smile to me,
I get lost... you start a storm...
What's their role? What they could be?
Butterflies... What they perform?
Guess the meaning as it is,
If you're brave, then we can chance.
For a while consider this:
What I say - is in my glance.
Without steps no way is done,
Easy paths don't lead too high.
And one day all could be gone.
Moments go... as feelings die...
You'll be sailing other sea,
I'll be searching other sky.
Slavery sense of being free...
Bitter taste… of sweet goodbye.
Soon the dawn will bring the day,
Nothing else will leave to hide...
I don’t know how I could say…
What is happening… inside.
Your butterflies
© Copyright: Scrutineer, 2005
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