Once upon a time, there lived a girl in a house with a red door.
She is not what she seems
She is not who she appears
In the dim light of the window I saw eyes, I saw a smile and a dance
Her eyes spoke to me in silence, they were calling me, they were screaming at me. It was the scream of a butterfly trying to flap her wings high in a green blue sky
The doors were locked and the windows were shut.
There she stood, my morning star,
wanting to shine, wanting to be where she belongs in the green blue sky
Stars belong to skies and butterflies too! Rainbows also
Why do we build houses with locked doors? Why do we chain ourselves where we don’t belong? why don’t we free our souls and break big red doors?
Stars belong to skies and butterflies too... Rainbows also.
She belongs not behind closed red doors. No, no .. not that beautiful soul
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 5:50 PM UTC
Once upon a time, there lived a girl in a house with a red door.
She is not what she seems
She is not who she appears
In the dim light of the window I saw eyes, I saw a smile and a dance
Her eyes spoke to me in silence, they were calling me, they were screaming at me. It was the scream of a butterfly trying to flap her wings high in a green blue sky
The doors were locked and the windows were shut.
There she stood, my morning star,
wanting to shine, wanting to be where she belongs in the green blue sky
Stars belong to skies and butterflies too! Rainbows also
Why do we build houses with locked doors? Why do we chain ourselves where we don’t belong? why don’t we free our souls and break big red doors?
Stars belong to skies and butterflies too... Rainbows also.
She belongs not behind closed red doors. No, no .. not that beautiful soul
