A Butterfly so gentle so kind.
That brings about gentle winds.
If held to tight, its innocents will die.
Its kindness will fade away
Its gentleness will disappear
But if let free to choose its path,
It may return to you someday
Its innocents will not die.
Its kindness will shine.
Its gentleness will stay forever.
Not forgotten, not shamed, nor embarrassed.
But alive and free
