Tell me what it’s like to fall out of love So beautifully and with ease, You walked away, me still on the street And still managed to make it look like art, Our love was never movie-like but the ending was, Alone and grey on the pavement, begging for your patience So I could prove to you one more time that I was worthy of being with But you never wanted to hear it
Every person I knew as a child will be taken away; Every landmark destroyed or changed beyond recognition. Soon enough even the memories will fade. I see why so many people live through their children.
A squeal from the child watching close eyes are wide
The waiting and the rest little wings strength to seek
The wings are now stretched out orange and black beating slow
A flutter and a cry take the air sailing strong
It lands and then takes off up again high and low
It's lilting towards the clouds out of sight flies along
Fare thee well, young butterfly.
My family has had a hobby of raising monarch butterflies since I was a kid. We have had many, but I still remember when by first butterfly hatched. It's chrysalis had come detached from the top of the bug habitat, and I thought it might die. I worried the whole morning, but I made it. It takes them some time to pump up their wings and rest before they can fly. Getting out of the chrysalis quite a challenge. I always felt proud of them after they made it.
You know, even if you have to do something, like school maybe, or getting through a hard part of your life doesn't mean it wasn't an accomplishment. You are still very strong, even if you felt like you had other options. Just getting out of bed is a feat sometimes. Or holding in hurtful words. Or speaking up when you know you must. I was always proud of my butterflies. I am proud of you, too.