Freed up like butterflies
Before the ache of dawn
I feel the burning desire
To quelch the pain
Then and only then
Do I realize
It’s in the pain that I know I am free
With that, I fly
By Lisa Tomey all rights reserved
Freed up like butterflies
Before the ache of dawn
I feel the burning desire
To quelch the pain
Then and only then
Do I realize
It’s in the pain that I know I am free
With that, I fly
By Lisa Tomey all rights reserved
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