Listen do you hear it the sound of wind rushing in winter is on its way
with the clouds of Gray the buttress colors of summer fads I hide my heart in rain showers
the Flowers in my garden are faded they look almost as lonely as I the beauty of true clarity has succeeded
the veils of oneβs true colors wove the sea frost bitten blossoms in an envious eye lost puzzled and all alone
Cold as stone in my home I am a Lonely Butterfly ready to fly on high I fly around in the dark world I live to find my shining spot of true Love to Live.