iPenguin
01-04-2011, 08:28 PM
Be sure to have the courage in you, I told him,
The courage to crush the wings of a butterfly
The gentleness to kiss the lips of aggression
And emerge victorious.
Forget the beauty of a placid pond, I implored,
You must hurl the mossy stone with the fear of falling
With frictionless fingertips, you will watch it fall
And stroke the wings of a butterfly.
You will find the gossamer noose, I warned him,
Around your neck, and you will cut your fingers
On the wings of a butterfly, and it will struggle
But you must not let go.
With the wings of a butterfly, I whispered somberly
As he turned and walked away,
You will fan the flames, you will perish among the ashes
You will feel the heat of oppression
But they cannot stop the ripples
Or crush the wings of a butterfly.
The courage to crush the wings of a butterfly
The gentleness to kiss the lips of aggression
And emerge victorious.
Forget the beauty of a placid pond, I implored,
You must hurl the mossy stone with the fear of falling
With frictionless fingertips, you will watch it fall
And stroke the wings of a butterfly.
You will find the gossamer noose, I warned him,
Around your neck, and you will cut your fingers
On the wings of a butterfly, and it will struggle
But you must not let go.
With the wings of a butterfly, I whispered somberly
As he turned and walked away,
You will fan the flames, you will perish among the ashes
You will feel the heat of oppression
But they cannot stop the ripples
Or crush the wings of a butterfly.