I wish the butterflies,
That made my stomach rise,
Came back to life
Again

I wish those moments when
I hadn’t plan my agenda
To love
Again

These moments are sacred,
Though it might have been wasted
Not truly taken care
Of those memories
Hated

Cause I try to run them back again
And I hope that my tummy
Still felt like this with you

I remembered greeting you that day
When my heart felt astray
And now I cant think
Of moments
that would rise me above these ashes

I feel like
I have been
Trying
To set the doves that was once trapped in cage
And now being set free
Like it was once filled with rage

But now I feel
Like the moments once wasted
Is now being truly cherished

When all we ever had to do was stay
Pray
And slay