| She breaks the vows and turns to cast a stone
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| I’m lashing out in desperation’s way
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| A lovely child is peering from the hall
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| He holds his tongue and sadly looks away
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| Visions in my mind again of
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| Innocence I can’t defend
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| Wings are shown, the chrysalis has grown
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| The butterflies have flown
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| The stone — it drags me to the deep
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| She hides the truth inside another lie
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| Time marching on, the boy is petrified of tender
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| Beauty lurking just outside
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| Visions that I can’t forget
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| Decisions that I now regret
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| He sees the butterflies and gently moans
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| He feels so all alone…
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| The trial that comes, eleventh hour nears
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| The future clouded in a veil of doubt
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| My only hope for you, my loving child
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| Is that you see the beauty in the sky
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| Disappointment with myself
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| For putting problems on the shelf
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| Hopefully you’ll feel my love
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| And comfort in what flies above
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| Visions in my mind again of
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| Innocence I can’t defend
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| Wings are shown, the chrysalis has grown
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| The butterflies have flown |