Butterfly
Trapped in a mould of
Molten steel
Wings open
Poised for flight
Caught by more
Than the matter seen
Wish I knew
Where the
Trapped in a mould of
Molten steel
Wings open
Poised for flight
Caught by more
Than the matter seen
Wish I knew
Where the
Wish I knew
Where they make the fire
That melt the steel
That make the prison
To hold the butterfly
That spririts made
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