Rotting wood, sinking mud, flies flying low
A path that disappears like smoke in the wild
Silence as thick as a frozen sheet of snow
Who could guess this once nursed a family, a child?
Years had not been neither loving nor kind,
Taking away the warmth, the softness, the calm
Leaving her barren, hard and blind
Not a soul to nurse her wound, not even the balm
Yet, the will stays unbroken, brittle but still
Fighting it out with the fire and the storm
The hope that was, the dream of the will,
A dazed moth, to its death drawn...
The promise of friends that would not part
Leaving her behind without a glance, forget a thought
An iron will kept her standing, with a shattered heart
Still searching for the same laughter, the fluttering butterfly uncaught!
A path that disappears like smoke in the wild
Silence as thick as a frozen sheet of snow
Who could guess this once nursed a family, a child?
Years had not been neither loving nor kind,
Taking away the warmth, the softness, the calm
Leaving her barren, hard and blind
Not a soul to nurse her wound, not even the balm
Yet, the will stays unbroken, brittle but still
Fighting it out with the fire and the storm
The hope that was, the dream of the will,
A dazed moth, to its death drawn...
The promise of friends that would not part
Leaving her behind without a glance, forget a thought
An iron will kept her standing, with a shattered heart
Still searching for the same laughter, the fluttering butterfly uncaught!
