Crying Girls Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Crying girls embrace,
that there song of butterflies,
when they see them in the sunshine light,
where the man should be.

Crying girls embrace,
the nature they adsorb,
depending they're not lonely here,
hanging, nature be.

Crying girls embrace,
what they catch, whatever it be,
I know what they they want and what they see,
a crying girl, like me.

Me a crying girl embraces,
that there fly of wings which they,
depend so directly what they want,
when the wings of butterflies fly between the trees.