I want to be beautiful. I want be free. Oh why won't this cocoon just let me be? Even though I know I'm in a prison of my own choosing, you still see when you look at me vibrant color escaping. Alive and engaging. Simply breathtaking . If butterflies and I are both your creation, why don't I feel the same free sensation?
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The butterfly escapes. She flys on the wings of grace. No one's ever seen such freedom glow on her face. The fear from years of pain slowly drift away. When the butterfly escapes on the wings of grace.
The butterfly escapes. She flys on the wings of grace. No one's ever seen such freedom glow on her face. The fear from years of pain slowly drift away. When the butterfly escapes on the wings of grace.
When will I learn to soar through the sky? When is it my time? Why have I been waiting for beauty to begin when you died so I could live this abundant freedom? Oh it's been such a long time since I knew what it was like to be free. But I find the closer I get to you, the more I become like me. I won't deny these wings anymore. Your creation wasn't meant to be caged up behind a door . If the butterflies and I are both your creation, why don't I feel the same free sensation?
The butterfly escapes. She flys on the wings of grace. What a waste if she were to never take up her wings and fly, what a waste if there was never a glow in her eye. She could live or die never realizing what it was like to be a butterfly.
Even though I know I'm in a prison of my own choosing, you still see when you look at me vibrant color escaping. Alive and engaging. Simply breathtaking. Never broken, never broken in your eyes.
The butterfly escapes. She's alive on wings of grace. She knows this sky is her place. And it's time for her to live and it's time for her to love. And it's time, it's time for her to become.
Even though I know I'm in a prison of my own choosing, you still see when you look at me vibrant color escaping. Alive and engaging. Simply breathtaking. Never broken, never broken in your eyes.
The butterfly escapes. She's alive on wings of grace. She knows this sky is her place. And it's time for her to live and it's time for her to love. And it's time, it's time for her to become.
(C) Krystal Celeste
Krystal, I love this!! I can relate so much to this right now.,.
ReplyDeletethese lines especially resonated with me! ;)
[The butterfly escapes. She flys on the wings of grace. No one's ever seen such freedom glow on her face. The fear from years of pain slowly drift away. When the butterfly escapes on the wings of grace.
When will I learn to soar through the sky? When is it my time?
Even though I know I'm in a prison of my own choosing, you still see when you look at me vibrant color escaping. Alive and engaging. Simply breathtaking. Never broken, never broken in your eyes.
She knows this sky is her place. And it's time for her to live and it's time for her to love. And it's time, it's time for her to become.]
sending soft blessings to you tonight ;)
thank you for sharing! xx It warms my heart during this difficult time. ~Jenn
Aww, thank you so much Jenn! I so appreciate your feedback. I'm glad to hear you could relate to it. I'm praying for you and all your creative endeavors. Have a very blessed week. :)
ReplyDeleteOh wow, I love this! You are a great writer- I look forward to reading more! :)
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Aww thank you so much Danielle, and thanks for stopping by! I really appreciate your feedback. I adore your blog and have been so inspired by your creativity. Hope you'll visit again soon. :)
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