She breaks the vows and turns to cast a stone
I'm lashing out in desperation's way
A lovely child is peering from the hall

He holds his tongue and sadly looks away

Visions in my mind again of

innocence I can't defend
Wings are shown, the chrysalis has grown
The butterflies have flown


The stone - it drags me to the deep
She hides the truth inside another lie

Time marching on, the boy is petrified of tender
beauty lurking just outside


Visions that I can't forget
Decisions that I now regret
He sees the butterflies and gently moans

He feels so all alone...

The trial that comes, eleventh hour nears

The future clouded in a veil of doubt
My only hope for you, my loving child,
is that you see the beauty in the sky


Disappointment with myself,
for putting problems on the shelf

Hopefully you'll feel my love
and comfort in what flies above
Visions in my mind again of

innocence I can't defend
Wings are shown, the chrysalis has grown
The butterflies have flown