Filled with heartache, joy and strife

We struggle to grasp this “blessing we have”

While all the while praying that it’s not from the hand of
God

We stray, we fall, our lives fade away –

The birth
of a butterfly we so hope one day

Many it’s said don’t make it it’s true –
harsh realities of life invade

Make a coup

We fall, get back up, and stumble around

Some choose the soft darkness and never awake to sing again