Who do I have to be strong for
To whom am I allowed to be weak
How can I explain what I long for
When there are no other souls to speak
I pick myself up after falling
I dust myself down and straighten
But no one is there to be calling
For me to show my red face in
What should be shame, and hear
Where I went right and wrong
What's working to bring something near
And I should keep trying to be strong
But it all stops at my window
No spectre to be invited inside
To watch that strength fail and end though
The butterfly burns when it dies.
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