Your little wings are both damaged now,
so bent and so miserably torn.
They shouldn't be ripped and be painful;
they should hardly be even worn.
Your precious, little heart is all scarred now
from the deep hurt and from the pain.
Things that never should happen,
things I won't allow ne'er again.
Your eyes are chocked full of fear now,
as you peer out at a cruel world.
Your fear...it tears at my heartstrings,
for I wish you could love and be whole.
Your petite, soft hands...they shake now.
as I hold them so tenderly in mine.
Your beautiful hands--oh so gentle,
and now they tremble in time.
I remember the day that you married;
I knew that his love was not there.
He took you, and he beat you,
ripped your butterfly-wings bare
Why did he have to hit you?
I just cannot understand
how a man can love a woman
and beat her with both of his hands!
But, now you're here with me,
here...where you truly belong.
I'll never abuse you, my darling;
You'll regain your butterfly song.
