flight of the butterfly, rising free
With every new and dawning day
Song of the heart grows sweeter
Song of love I sing to you
Song that's here and now and true
Ancient rumblings
Past fears
That are yet to come
We all feel them
At the deepest of levels
But most of our receptors
Are disconnected
Those of us
Who are connected
Are connected
To all the pain in the world
Pain that has been felt
That will be felt
That is occuring
This very instant
This empathic gift
Shared with the ancient ones
Is a fearful thing
A fearful thing indeed...