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If I was a butterfly,
And I had lost my wings,
Would I feel the pain of life,
So buried deep within?
To have my beauty torn from me,
To be left back down on land,
And to have to watch my brothers,
All fly hand in hand.
If I had no hearing,
And they took away my sight,
Would I feel unjustified
To deserve of such foul blight?
To take from me the little,
That helps to make me smile,
Would I find no more to life
Throughout this tired while?
If I was a mother that
Outlived her only child,
Would I hide myself away
From a pain so burning wild?
To take from me my pride,
My comfort joy and will,
For who would I leave my fortune,
As I sit there with my quill?
If the joy that filled my life
Was to gaze upon the stars at night,
Could I really cope so well,
If they refused to show their light?
If the brightness that I loved to watch
Had burned and dimmed to purest black,
Would I blame myself for which
The stars don't wish to come on back?
And maybe I just stared too hard
And maybe I soaked up all the light
And maybe I should blame myself
Because nothing else really seems that right
And perhaps I might have took too much
And maybe I should have waited then
Because perhaps I may have worn them out
I just hope they can burn bright again.
And I had lost my wings,
Would I feel the pain of life,
So buried deep within?
To have my beauty torn from me,
To be left back down on land,
And to have to watch my brothers,
All fly hand in hand.
If I had no hearing,
And they took away my sight,
Would I feel unjustified
To deserve of such foul blight?
To take from me the little,
That helps to make me smile,
Would I find no more to life
Throughout this tired while?
If I was a mother that
Outlived her only child,
Would I hide myself away
From a pain so burning wild?
To take from me my pride,
My comfort joy and will,
For who would I leave my fortune,
As I sit there with my quill?
If the joy that filled my life
Was to gaze upon the stars at night,
Could I really cope so well,
If they refused to show their light?
If the brightness that I loved to watch
Had burned and dimmed to purest black,
Would I blame myself for which
The stars don't wish to come on back?
And maybe I just stared too hard
And maybe I soaked up all the light
And maybe I should blame myself
Because nothing else really seems that right
And perhaps I might have took too much
And maybe I should have waited then
Because perhaps I may have worn them out
I just hope they can burn bright again.
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Nice one.
Yeah, the last verse was really good.
Yeah, the last verse was really good.
If I was a little bit taller...
Cheers Grix, going to go and listen to that song now.
Cheers Grix, going to go and listen to that song now.
Shadow Knight wrote:
> if you was a rock you would sink to the bottom of a lake and never be
> seen again.
Why are you here?
> if you was a rock you would sink to the bottom of a lake and never be
> seen again.
Why are you here?
if you was a rock you would sink to the bottom of a lake and never be seen again.
I especially liked the last verse.
If I was a butterfly,
And I had lost my wings,
Would I feel the pain of life,
So buried deep within?
To have my beauty torn from me,
To be left back down on land,
And to have to watch my brothers,
All fly hand in hand.
If I had no hearing,
And they took away my sight,
Would I feel unjustified
To deserve of such foul blight?
To take from me the little,
That helps to make me smile,
Would I find no more to life
Throughout this tired while?
If I was a mother that
Outlived her only child,
Would I hide myself away
From a pain so burning wild?
To take from me my pride,
My comfort joy and will,
For who would I leave my fortune,
As I sit there with my quill?
If the joy that filled my life
Was to gaze upon the stars at night,
Could I really cope so well,
If they refused to show their light?
If the brightness that I loved to watch
Had burned and dimmed to purest black,
Would I blame myself for which
The stars don't wish to come on back?
And maybe I just stared too hard
And maybe I soaked up all the light
And maybe I should blame myself
Because nothing else really seems that right
And perhaps I might have took too much
And maybe I should have waited then
Because perhaps I may have worn them out
I just hope they can burn bright again.
And I had lost my wings,
Would I feel the pain of life,
So buried deep within?
To have my beauty torn from me,
To be left back down on land,
And to have to watch my brothers,
All fly hand in hand.
If I had no hearing,
And they took away my sight,
Would I feel unjustified
To deserve of such foul blight?
To take from me the little,
That helps to make me smile,
Would I find no more to life
Throughout this tired while?
If I was a mother that
Outlived her only child,
Would I hide myself away
From a pain so burning wild?
To take from me my pride,
My comfort joy and will,
For who would I leave my fortune,
As I sit there with my quill?
If the joy that filled my life
Was to gaze upon the stars at night,
Could I really cope so well,
If they refused to show their light?
If the brightness that I loved to watch
Had burned and dimmed to purest black,
Would I blame myself for which
The stars don't wish to come on back?
And maybe I just stared too hard
And maybe I soaked up all the light
And maybe I should blame myself
Because nothing else really seems that right
And perhaps I might have took too much
And maybe I should have waited then
Because perhaps I may have worn them out
I just hope they can burn bright again.