Hope
Monday, March 3rd, 2008Everything is interconnected
I just don’t know how
Butterfly is flitter-flying rising to the sky
Rising through the clouds up toward the sun
I know that my chance is slim
Still I hold out my hand
He lands, then he flies
Sometimes the choice is not your own
When you come up against that you see how you have grown
You can hold on tightly and still he has flown
Sometimes the choice is not your own
Everything is interconnected
I’m just not sure why
I see him running through the field
He’s kicking up the flowers
He’s kicking all the stars into the sky
As I watch him run away I cannot help but ask myself
Why? Why?
Sometimes the choice is not your own
When you come up against that you see how you have grown
You can hold on gently and still he has flown
Sometimes the choice is not your own
Not your own
Not your own
Not your own