an
d fills us Love grounds us
and surrounds us
and fills us with hope.
Two wings beat as one
and we're able to cope.
Together at last,
with no thoughts of the past.
Everything seems new,
bathed in this warm golden hue.
As the butterfly squeezes,
free from it's womb,
the soft silken threads,
of its woven cocoon.
Its ways sing to me,
Two wings beat as one
and we're able to cope.
Together at last,
with no thoughts of the past.
Everything seems new,
bathed in this warm golden hue.
As the butterfly squeezes,
free from it's womb,
the soft silken threads,
of its woven cocoon.
Its ways sing to me,