Sunday, December 11, 2011

Butterfly in Hand

The fog rolls in over my dreams.
My hopes have gone to waste.
Your love can do nothing for me now.

I'm too far away.
Too far to hear your screams;
Too far for you to hear mine.

I'm long gone by now.
Gone away to a world of my own making.
Where I'll never be scared or alone.

You can't come with me.
I'm terribly sorry darling.
This place is just for me.

I wish I could stay here in this world with you.
But I can't stay somewhere I do not belong.
A fish can;t live out of water.

So I will sink into the depths.
I'll let the water wash over my head,
I'll let it fill my lungs and drag me down.

I'm not afraid.
How could I be?
I made this land.

I'm going now.
You can't get me back.
Just like you can't keep a butterfly in your hand.

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