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The Butterfly
There is no hope
When a child is taken
Snatched from life
Not by the hand of death
But by a wife
When a fathers heart
Is broken and torn
When love is no more
The child must mourn
Why is justice so unbalanced
Does she bare no remorse
When In the silence children cry
To see their fathers
Not understanding why.
There is no hope
Or so it seems
A butterfly banging against the glass
Perhaps one last look
Or one last try
Is all before I die.
Really nice, great topic. The butterfly is beautiful imagery and a little off topic but i think it needs to be said; cool name. Coffee Spooky. I'm in search of a new name myself, any ideas Coffee Spooky?