butterfly.

butterfly's beauty pure as gold,
yet wings so fragile.
flys through the swift breeze,
and has dreams of her own.
perches upon a solitary branch,
and a single tear glistens as it falls.
she wishes to be well again,
and to be with the ones that love her.
to live a life without pain,
and to be happy.
spread your wings and fly,
and be free sweet butterfly.
you are captured in a jar of saddness.
and it's a day of enternity,
until you find the passion to live.