Do you ever feel like we are butterflies caught on seperate sides of the window?
Each one trying with fluttered desperation to break through that glass
Sometimes with an overwhelming feeling of hope that this too shall pass
The one on the outside trying desperatley to get in
waiting so patiently for things to change and a new life to begin
While the one on the inside trying so hard to get out
bottling everything in not wanting to scream and shout
Both with the dream of spreading their wings to fly
not really wanting things to change or say goodbye