Her song of freedom
Under each stone a trapped butterfly can be found
And if you free the butterfly
You shall here the sound of
Some thing so graceful never herd around
She sings of beauty and of the free air
Yet though trapped under there
She still sings of how once a day
She was able to fly her own way
So under this stone of life and tears
Only one butterfly forgotten this year
So whom shall be the lucky one to see
This once trapped butterfly
Once again freely sing
Her song of freedom
Her song of me
poem by Susan Covington
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!