walking down dark roads
looking for a mother's hand to hold
there is a light shining for you down hope road.
we are all cut from that same thread
be filled with the water and the bread
for now. i can hear your cries in my head
at night when i pray for you in my bed.
cause the butterflies float through the night air
bringing colour and laughter to your faithless ear
do you hear? do you hear?
they're singing your prayers
yes they are.
as the circle of life still looms
and the witches have all gone off on their brooms
let the children walk around the room if they want too
their time to shine is soon.
and i can't wait to see them fly.
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