flight of the butterfly, rising free
I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And heard a bird’s song
From the darkest corners of misery
Grow the subtle agents of change
In the dimly lit lost memories
Clever, dark and strange
Blue and yellow dreams
Chocolate covered face
Learning how to walk
Home in any place
Everything is new
Eyes wide open now
Playing in each moment
No need to wonder how
Young and perfect gaze
The world at your command
Love and giggles last
Young magic in your hand