You just don't sound like you used to,
Like the bounce has gone from the spring,
Like the grass and the sky and the hills and trees,
Have all disappeared into ashes.
Its like you've given up on the hope,
Of a brighter and better world,
Like you've forgotten the beauty,
You were so lucky to behold.
You've acting as though the eyes cannot see,
What the past would have seemingly made,
It's not a thing we should pass and block out,
Because its made you the person you are.
When the person you are comes alive,
And is no longer hiding in the shell,
Theres grace, beauty and the strongest passion,
In which the hidden dreams do dwell.
I know it could not be long,
Until the butterfly would break free,
I only wish on everything,
That it would only of waited for me.
