Wings of my Butterfly

Crippled and tied she lies grounded,
tired fighting against the tides of time,
struck by the lightening of life...

Joy still in her heart,
spiriting the value of life,
she spreads the colours of love...

the colours, once blessed by the almighty,
a creation, astonising to lord himself..
to be a part of the heaven..

She is the wings of the butterfly,
the enchanting colours of life ...for many,
the energy of beautiful smile ...for many,

It remains still a mystery..
how could the almighty forget?
forget to give the wings the flight?
the flight of love and happiness..
the flight of freedom to live...

One day she will fly,
one day she has to fly,
becasue her flight is the life ..for many,
she is the wings of the butterfly,
the colours of life... for many..