If i could float like butterflies,
I'd soar high and mystify thee,
O'er the crest,
I'd dream of thee.
If I could gleam like the moon,
I'd light up thy slumberous eye,
On a cold december night,
And gaze at thee sleep.
If I could bloom like a rose,
Into thy garden i'd bloom,
With every returning spring,
Thou'd lower thy head for my fragrance.
But lo I'm just me,
All I posses is my own strength,
And a willing heart to shine,
When thou feel low.
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