Touched in a way that he never has felt;
the wings of a butterfly leave a deep welt.
So long in the armor he’s built for his soul;
without it he doesn’t know how to feel whole.
He runs and he hides back in his dark cave
and builds some more armor; he has to be brave!
But the lash that cut deep, entwined in his calm
simply opened his heart – it did him no harm.
Though the kiss of an Angel, when life has been feared
can fill you with pain – like a heart that’s been seared.
Still, this is just a bump along lifes rough highway;
the end of an old life – a new dawning day.
It’s knowing this Truth that will show him the light
and I know in the end that he’ll be all right.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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