|I have no friends and no one comes here. so why are you here?|
The ButterflyThe Butterfly by Fuchsianess
First we have the egg,
Where the little caterpillar grows.
Influenced, nourished, loved,
The beginning we all know.
The egg soon after hatches,
Revealing the baby caterpillar,
Breaking though its confines,
To show its true character.
Not yet fully developed,
The caterpillar grows.
Showing its affection,
Out into the world it goes.
Though the world is cold, cruel, sick,
There's a person that God sends,
Who never fails to care for you,
Your loyal, loving husband.
Together, as you face the world,
You stay in your cocoon of beliefs.
No Hell, hate, disgust, jail,
No crime and no theifs.
There comes a time in your life
Where you get older, wiser and life's won.
Though as it's coming to an end,
It's never truly done.
God sends his angels down to you,
And tells you that he needs you,
You love and say goodbye to your friends,
And for the first time, you flew.
So spread your wings and fly, butterfly,
God needs you by his side.
Up in the carefree clouds and sun,
You never truly die.