Butterfly

I was winter, cold and blind, Silent stone, no pulse, no sign. Then your wings, so soft, so bright, Cut the dark, and bled me light. Butterfly of fire — break my skin, Melt the ice that lived within. Every wound becomes a flame, Every tear now sings your name. Fragile body, burning soul, Tiny spark that makes me whole. Pain and beauty, hand in hand, You’re the truth I understand. Butterfly of fire — break my skin, Melt the ice that lived within. Every wound becomes a flame, Every tear now sings your name. You are fragile, yet you kill, Every silence bends to will. I am broken, I am free, In your burning — I am me. Butterfly of fire — break my skin, Melt the ice that lived within. Every wound becomes a flame, Every tear now sings your name. Love is all… and it burns… and it heals.