Broken Butterfly

She's a broken butterfly,
drawn like moth to flame,
her wings are scarred and torn
from the places she has been.

She's a broken butterfly,
flying in tormenting wind,
battered by the constant storm
that crushes fragile sin.

She's a broken butterfly,
unhelped on her dreary path,
left alone without a light
to guide her on her way.

She's a broken butterfly,
but wings, like tears, can heal,
if another broken butterfly
can hear above the din.