Angels and Buterflies

Angels and Butterflies

He met an Angel with a broken wing
Now here’s the problem, here's the thing.
How could he keep his heart at bay?
He knows she won't be able to stay.

The pain she feels, her sounding voice,
He just has to help, he has no choice.
Such beauty in such sadness
This his ultimate madness

Angels and butterflies never will stay.
That’s not how it works, it's not that way.
Now as with the moth to the flame
It’s never his fault, he's not to blame.

It’s just a bright light filling the dark
No caution shown, he hits his mark
So smart as he seems, it doesn’t seem
When burnt to a crisp within that beam

You can tell him before, tell him during
Yet still he will fall with all of its luring
He’ll lay there burnt; shake, and quiver
Still every time he’ll go to come hither.