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Flap your wings and float on the breeze.
Enjoy all the beauty God has created.
And let your mutiple colors of love be seen.

Be my pretty butterfly.

We can pretend.
We can be.
We can get lost in the skies of being free.

With no restriction in place.
We'll be able to go various places.
Which I have been with you.
My pretty butterfly.
You could.....
Red, yellow, blue, orange and black.
I enjoy all favors of loving you at anytime.
And anywhere.
My Pretty butterfly.
No one cares, when it explained the reason.
Not that a father was killed.
Or a mother has died.

No one, wants to listen.
When you point all the problems.

They offer explainations quickly in defense.
Without using the approach of common sense.

No one seems to see the truth.
That the young two year  old that died.
Died because of the carelessness of owning a gun.

Sure, carelessness creates headaches and more.
But the best experts supporters of having a gun.
Seem to be the against the rules of restrictions of owning one.

But this is just an opinion.
And it only means more when death comes.
God is wonderful.
You don't have to explain it.
You can see it.
Even feel it.
That God is wonderful.

He created all inhabitates of it.
And carved out many surrounding within it.
Yes, God is wonderful.

He deserve praises for the smile upon your face.
Jesus , even left his footprints to be traced.
Least, if you know the poem.
God is wonderful.
We see ,why He called the Creator?

What glory you don't see?
It's probably because you refuses to believe.
That Our God is Wonderful.
Something, we  have no control of.
We can plan it.
We just can't control it.
For some of the best plans have went by the waste side.
Where is my drean?
Those I want to be yours.
Those I seek to be mine.

In our imaginations, we see things a certain way.
But sometimes in reality.
They just don't seem that way.
But we hope for the best.
And let our prayers lead us.
That one of these days our dreams will find us.

Where are my dreams?
Just where they they?
Only God knows the answer.

What I seek?
What I'm after?
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