flight of the butterfly, rising free
I forget the trials, the misfortunes,
the difficulties, but, I remember
love, and, I remember lovely.
I forget the rain, the snow,
our fate's arrival
was destined by God Himself
only He knows how
Thankfulness flows
from the one who remembers;
he walked in the great misery,
the bold suffering of his heart.
Lost then his way,
so many years ago;
saved from his bondage,
he was freed from his self.
Today, he walks in light,
each day brighter than the last;
prays for deeper faith
surrendering the lost past.