I read your signs Worship your voices Your figure so fine Your lips a treasure Your sense of humor Your innate desire of integrity Your sense of honor Responsibility
When you open your arms In the rays of light Here I found you Blue butterflies
Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody? I listen… No footsteps in the straight line I’m dancing all around
Scratching my skin The moon is rising high I feel the air Licking my nape Is there anybody out there? I survived
I look for blue butterflies I’m searching for rarity Looking for the true kind The sole beauty I was hiding my flesh from the sun Hiding from cruelty Now I’m back, I’m alive Free
The Dead Man says: “Torture is an irony But for the living A fatality!” He says: “take a deep breath Before your jump Into that clump Of vicious vanity”
I look for blue butterflies I’m searching for rarity Looking for the true kind The sole beauty I was hiding my flesh from the sun Hiding from cruelty Now I’m back, I’m alive To my own reality
There’s a story Behind our prayers Those inner connections Too difficult to bare
Can you hold your breath, your thoughts, your tears until you clean out your own intricacies?
I look for blue butterflies I’m searching for rarity Looking for the true kind The sole beauty I was hiding my flesh from the sun Hiding from cruelty Now I’m back, I’m alive Free