Your Butterfly to Fade -

Look how she flies oh so high.
The sky is her kingdom;
The seas are her playground.
Look how she flies.
Her wings are so bright,
Full of bright oranges and red
Look, she is so high.
Some say the sky’s the limit
But not for this high-flier
She’ll never land the myth’s began.
Still everyone’s stories must
come to an end
This high-flier, you see,
As magnificent as she could be
Had a broken wing
I know how hard it must be
To have that broken wing
Yet in the end she began to fade;
Her brilliance lost its magnificence
and her bright oranges and red
Slowly changed to black
This high-flier turned out not to be
Such a high-flier as we can see.
Her angelic wings turned to dust
and her soul submerged into the earth’s crust
. We all have a hurt wing, you see
And by the end, we’ve had to change
To become that wounded soul
Floating into the skies of haze
Where wings, colors, and memories slip away
It’s then that we discover
Our only existence with that hurt wing was to become
Your butterfly to fade