a part of me,
flutters in the wind
like butterflies, within my mind.
a part of me,
dances to a tune
which moves me gently to my side,
a part of me,
is not within my soul
its moving all around
in time..
the music starts to play
and lifts me away
to a far off land....
a land, where we are
free.
open your eyes,
see what your missing.
open your eyes,
and see me, through my own.
in this land, nothing seems to change,
not even your own age, if you try
if you only try
to see yourself, and everyone around
as they are
as they really are....
a part of me,
flutters in the wind
like butterflies, within my mind.
a part of me,
dances to a tune
which moves me gently to my side,
a part of me. |
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