The Ghosts of my past.

September 29th, 2008-Butterfly

I shall turn into a butterfly,

And fly into the sky.

Glide onto the breeze;

And go so very high.

I want to go higher;

Then I’ve ever gone before.

And I want to go so far away;

I want to twirl and soar.

I want to run away from pain;

And not believe in fear,

And go further and further.

And never shed a tear.

Never feel the pain,

that hits so very fast.

And forget everything that hurts;

Put it all into my past.