These broken wings on the ground
And beneath the brick lies the death of flowers
With them wilting far long ago
And the sun dim because the clouds so thick
This grass no longer green but burnt to gray
The stars covered by smoke
Her dream is no longer alive
But say she takes a trip back through time
Now with open eyes she can see
Golden butterflies free and full of life
No bricks to cover her tree
And the flowers sparkling with color
The sun so bright all it is, is white
Not a single cloud to cover an inch of grass
Which, now is found to be green and lush
Then she looks up once the sun falls away
And the stars so bright, her tears sparkle past this life
But now with a single breathe
And a single chill
She finds herself stuck in a life so ill
And those dreams all buried by the grave of her mistakes
Her family lost within their minds
She has nowhere to turn
Lonely and if willing to share
They accuse her with cruel names
And so her dream gone
She simply cries wishing God would’ve found her life
But instead she sits with these broken butterflies.
By, Rheanne
©Copyright2012
